I saw a dog today, and I thought of you.
No, no, not like that. I know that sounds bad! Let me explain.
The dog was on a walk, obviously. Out on a walk with their owner. On a leash because I suppose they were either going to somewhere the dog could run around or coming back. Whatever.
Point is, the dog was on a leash, and the dog was looking up at their owner. And it was that look that made me think of you.
It was a look of just complete and total contentment. At that moment, nothing else at all mattered. They were with their owner and that was everything. Not a single worry or anything else in that little doggy head.
That's why I thought of you.
Because I've seen that look before.
No, don't look away, keep looking at me. Blushing's fine, you can blush, but don't look away. There you go. Good girl. You know what look I'm talking about, don't you?
Nod, don't speak. Good girl.
Yes, you know what look I'm talking about. You're struggling to keep it off your face right now because of how I'm talking to you. You're even struggling to stay standing. I know you'd be happier by my feet, and so do you.
That look. I usually see it look down, don't I? Nod again for me. Good girl. And heel. Good girl. See? Look at that. There it is. Speak.
Aww, it just comes right out. Look, you even surprised yourself! Oh, and I didn't think you could get any more red.
Maybe I should take you for a walk sometime, hmm? Would you like that? Just following your own so devotedly, staring up so happily? Yes? Would you like that?
You do know you started wagging a little, don't you?
I think you get why I thought of you, now.
