Reblog from Kelly Barnhill. Be thinking of her today. Nutsrok
My dog is bathed and dried and wrapped up and next to the heating vent. I got her to eat a little this morning. She drank some watered-down unsalted beef broth (organic, because she is worth it), and it felt like a miracle. Iβm sitting next to her, my computer on my lap, pretending to write my book, but really Iβm just looking at my dog. Keeping close.
βStay,β I say.
She thumps her tail.
βStay,β I say again. She closes her eyes and groans she pushes her nose against my leg with a sigh.
When we live with dogs, we have a set of words that our animals are trained to obey on cue. We say sit, and they sit. But that isnβt always what we mean. When Harper was young β a gnarly, snarly, scruffy little street dog, narrowly escaping Death By Dogcatcher β I would say βSitββ¦
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