Green grass perfumes the air as he stands | Dirt caked to dry paws smell earthy and wild | His cold nose touches mine
Humming with each stride of the knee, her breathing increases speed. I smell her sweet softness as she nears. And, when the vibration of her chubby hands slapping the floor reverberates beneath my paw, my eyes snap open and I spring to my feet.
My stomach does a flip while fears are replaced with anxious nerves. I didn’t expect to see him again so soon. Maybe he’s hunting in my territory. But why? That’s not something he’s supposed to make a habit of. Or, maybe he’s just passing through…
Looking into the bottom of my mug, remnants of a couple grounds mixed with a residue of cream, pull my attention from the computer screen. Having permeated the inner walls, the scent of coffee wafts to my nose, despite the now-empty container.
I would’ve known Gladys was talking to her mom just by listening to the tone of her voice. It always drops a couple octaves – an actual level that won’t make my ears bleed. It’s almost pleasant somehow, listening to Gladys be unhappy and blatantly sarcastic.
Angie grimaced, sliding her feet back into their confinements… A sharp pinch bit her right pinky toe, creating a wavering in Angie’s step.
My gut clenches with every squeal. As much as this hurts my ears, there’s a fear eating my insides that I’m not used to.
So many faces to see.
So many wet kisses for free.
They hug me and sing.
Some bounce me on a knee.
Like the syrup and butter Mom and Dad would slather on waffles or pancakes Saturday mornings, she had an irresistible scent that took all of my will power to restrain from licking her face…
Life is made of hugs, kisses, and milk.
Sweet smiles, bad breath, and diaper changes at will.
panting face, slobbery kisses, and nose with a chill