Emma’s preferred gait is equal to my fifth and highest gear in the chair.

Being that her history is that of a California street dog I just try to keep up with all of her 6 pounds.

Her hind quarters are sturdy and strong, stubborn and decisive.

She is my elder. Ten years is seventy in dog so I try to let her teach me as we roll.

Life is all about food as any good girl knows and Emma tells me this by dancing on two feet with front paws splayed wide to the side.

Her eyes turn up and back into her head when I sing which of course makes me feel like the winner of AMERICA’S GOT TALENT.

Green grass gets a similar swoon. My friend says we look alike; the short and mussy hair and the eyes..curious, vital, streetwise, knowing, slightly guarded but willing.

Her warmth is unobtrusively pressed gently into me at all times in the night. I shift. She finds me.

We are rescuing each other in each moment. We live in the privilege of presence with the conviction there is absolutely no more interesting place we’d rather be.


5 Responses to “High-steppin’”

  1. Alexandra Eldridge on August 29th, 2015

    So glad you found your perfect dog. What a beautiful gift you are to each other. xxA

  2. ellen fox on August 29th, 2015

    This is SO cool. What a dog! Or whatever reincarnation she is.

  3. gerry harty on August 29th, 2015

    I really love your stories about you and Emma! xoxo

  4. Judith Henry on August 30th, 2015

    “We are rescuing each other in each moment.” So beautiful and I understand completely.

  5. SHARON on August 31st, 2015

    It’s all timing, and you found each other….Love You !!!

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