It’s the small things that make up love

Gilgamesh is asleep in a little dog-ball. I smoosh down next to him, and say psssstt.

He opens one eye.

I was wondering something, I say.

He opens the other eye.

Feel like partaking of a moonlight stroll?

He hums a happy affirmative, rises, stretches, does a shake-n-wake, and out we go onto slicks of ice and piles of melting snow, full moon shadows spilling everywhere.

 

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4 responses to “It’s the small things that make up love

  1. I’m still looking for the small things in this post. All I see are very, very big ones.

  2. As someone who is also possessed by dog-love, you always understand, Sherwood. : )

  3. lovely lucky life

  4. He makes mine so, it’s true.

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