By Leslie Sittner
Metal tags clink rhythmically on the floor. I sit up in bed: she’s lying half on her bed, legs ‘running,’ small but earnest “uh, uh, uh” sounds escaping her mouth. She’s chasing something in a doggy dream. Black curly Schnauzer hair shines in reflected light.
I turn off my reading light; the room is dark. She senses this change, awakens, stands, stretches, and yawns. Toenails clicking, she comes to the side of my bed for scratches behind both ears, licks my hand, and clickety-clacks back to her bed.
She’s 16+ with a pacemaker. I’m happy she can still run for real.
Love your story. I could hear the dog
Thanks Linda!
She’s next to me right now having another dream!
A heart-warming little tale. Thanks for sharing it!
My pleasure! She warms my heart & makes me happy. Her future is the only thing that saddens me…
This made me happy and sad all at once. Great story!
Thanks. See above!
Your adorable story, Leslie, is proof that less is better. So rich in so few words.
I’m with Citse, sad and happy at the same time