beasts of love escape my home
steamed water transforms pulverized power beans in one machine,
while I feed another machine our dirty socks
listening to Rock, my big big baby
hundred and thirty pounds, almost eight years old
the Train, my loudest, strongest and most adoring pup
constant companion at my feet
Waffle and Maple round out the canine trio. Waff's tiny paws tippy tap on tile.
Waffle,as a word both noun and verb, I think, perhaps, maybe, I waffle. Waffle is my parents dog, and
Sweet, sweet, momma Maple, our Vermont puproams in and out, like gentle swaying of the breeze.
no favorites, each is adored
labored breathing, the train whistle, Rocky dreams of a walk
My barking trio announce the hour has come to leave pee mail and sniff some trees.
Now tails wave in the air
Revelry echoes as the big dog barks
My melcocho colored brother Waffle joins in, Maple waits.
Off we go
Mornings of joy, Newton's Cradle in knots
sweet summer morningmy life with dogs
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