Me Too…

A daily chore evolved into bonding treasure,

the brushes come out, the beasts surround.

Eyes closed, head now a tilt,

calming stillness as the mane transforms to a silken flow.

Stroking the back, the leg starts to twitch,

a tickle spot found on each encounter.

At last the job complete,

looks of longing for just one more round.

Scampers now across the floor, tiny feet at a rapid pace,

comes the minature pet who shares the home.

Feeling left out and wanting the same,

I run the brush gently on the Chihuahua’s back.

Sensing inclusion she walks away her head held high,

Small acts of acceptance lets oversized dreams live.


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