In the Comfort of Creatures

by icywoods

Over the last few months I have spent a lot of time in the presence of my dogs. Increasingly so since I moved to a very rural part of Virginia. I remember how sensitive animals can be, and how very much they need our touch and our nurturing. So much like a little child in need of guidance, but in tender ways, not harsh words. My big baby dog was with her mom today, running like the wind with their lean golden bodies cutting the cold air. Each time she has a day with her mom she comes home wanting to be mothered by me and she refuses to stay put in her area behind the kitchen screen door and on the enclosed porch room. We gathered up together on the sofa and cuddled and I find my heart loving this dog like I have Maisy and Sallie. She is such a beauty, and so mischevious. I smell tractor grease on her and I think of our neighbor whose dog is Daisy, my dogs mom. I wonder if he has the same love, and the same depth of appreciation for her long loose limbs and golden coat.