When you love a puppy

When you love a puppy.
And you already have enough dogs.
And you love her anyway.

She finds you, first thing in the morning
From the middle of the puppy pile
Gazing into your eyes
Letting you rub her belly.

That wrinkled forehead
The velvet ears
Reminds you of another
Long ago.

The adventure girl.
The one who saved you.
The one who started it all.
The one who mends you.

They blend and twist
Becoming one big little brown puppy.
With adoring eyes and arched wrinkles.
And adventures ahead.

photos by Paige Green Photography

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