Bella

I look into my dog’s eyes and think somebody is definitely in there. Inside her floppy eared canine head a voice responds and I forget she cannot speak. She sits like a little prophet gazing out the window at the city. She sleeps by my side and sometimes we spoon and she wakes me with her snores and farts – true companionship. My two feet are now six. Her brow has wrinkles like a sandy shoreline and I think of her as my silent sage until she licks her ass and I am reminded of the animal in us all.