Metal tags clink rhythmically on the floor. I sit up in bed: she’s lying half on her bed, legs ‘running,’ small but earnest “uh, uh, uh” sounds escaping her mouth. She’s chasing something in a doggy dream. Black curly Schnauzer hair shines in reflected light.
I turn off my reading light; the room is dark. She senses this change, awakens, stands, stretches, yawns. Toenails clicking, she comes to the side of my bed for scratches behind both ears, licks my hand, and clickety-clacks back to her bed.
She’s 17 with a pacemaker. I’m happy she can still run for real.
Your descriptions are wonderful, as usual.
You make me want to give Ixie a scratch behind the ears,too.
Thank you greatly, Joyce. Your crit’s are always a blessing…