The Canine Standoff

By Archibald Hobbs

After your wagging tail, ferocious and soaring; after your melancholy eyes, precocious and adoring; after you offered me your tummy to rub, cheeky and fun-loving; after you scammed me for extra treats; greedy and heart-tugging; after you snuggled against me on cold nights; dutiful and warming; and after you welcomed me home; beautiful and swarming; after all that; I will smile the brightest when I remember you hiding behind our big oak tree, your defiant eyes locked with mine, every time I fetched your leash for a walk.

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Archie writes primarily to impress his wife, but would not object a wider audience.

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