By Kerri
I lived alone, eating pancakes and sipping my coffee by the kitchen window. One day, my allergy-prone neighbour dropped by, asking if I could take in his dog. I’d never owned one before. Would I end up making a complete mess of things? Bob assured me he’s a good boy, trained as a pup. I took the dog. Now, each morning, my sweet-as-syrup best buddy sits on my lap like a pat of butter—soft and warm—watching me with coffee-coloured saucer eyes as I stroke his honey-golden fur. Something unexpected happens: an inner hunger, long unacknowledged, is finally completely satiated.
Sweet!
Beautiful scene and I feel the love & contentment. Right person with right dog = Magic!
I have shared this with my husband and with friends. We all love it!
Wonderful writing bringing the scene alive x
So poignant. Beautiful!
They are truly man/ woman’s best friends!??
The breakfast -dog connection was imaginative and promoted the warm sentiment of the piece.