Wednesday, October 14, 2009

the dog

Her nails would tap dance on the kitchen floor. My mother, at the stove, would look down and smile and hum one tone in a key that would make the dog's ears rear up and she would smile up at her. Yes, the dog smiled. I saw it. A thing between girls I guess. And not just because of the promise of a falling morsel.

3 Comments:

Blogger willow said...

Ralphy would smile at me. I really do miss that unconditional doggie love.

10/15/2009 9:59 AM  
Blogger phil said...

Aren't dogs the best, willow?

What kind of dog was Ralphy?

10/15/2009 9:24 PM  
Blogger larkspur said...

I have a smiling dog. Especially when there is promise of falling morsel.
I have seen segments of Ken Burn's National Parks - nice of you to think of me, Phil...

10/17/2009 4:33 PM  

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