Bittersweet, a haibun #amwriting

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Bittersweet, a haibun

I’ve never had good experiences with chihuahuas. They’ve been teeth-baring, bulbous-eyed tiny terrors with no gentle in their souls. From lack of socialization to being overly coddled, they love only one: their master or mistress. To all others, they demonstrate just how sharp a minute incisor can be.

Until Louie.

Louie isn’t my dog. He’s a three-week visitor, thus his appellation: Louie the loaner dog.

We are on the waning days of his stay and he’s stolen my heart in that way dogs have of being unconditionally happy to see you, delighted to play or walk or whatever joy they think you might offer, snuggling up on your lap as you read or knit, just wanting to be near and loved. A wagging tail, a cheerfulness of disposition, a jubilant elegant strut, his true nature brightens the gloomiest of leaden-sky December mornings.

You could say he’s left me…pleasantly surprised.

 

Early winter snow

The pup’s breath shimmers whitely

Pawprints follow him

 

written for dVerse

12/11/2017

Sascha Darlington

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35 thoughts on “Bittersweet, a haibun #amwriting

  1. When I was a teenager, my best friend’s family had a chihuahua called Dandy – also known as randy Dandy as he was always locked on to someone’s leg! But he was also very sweet, Louie looks lovely and I hope the parting isn’t too hard for you..

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    • It’s been extended by a day, but I’m hoping it won’t be and that this might be the lead-in for me to try to foster dogs again. I am a hopeless failed foster (tending to to keep the guys after I fall in love).
      Thank you for reading, Kim.

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  2. So, what I like about it was your lead-in — a cynical view of the poor Mexican breed. You made me very defensive, as I one of my dogs (I always have a few) is a chihuahua mix and love him. I actually love him, and shepherds, and other dogs that don’t wag their tails at just anybody. I was saying to myself: she just wants the generic dog, obedient, predictable and always giving. She didn’t realize that deep love is compromise and observation and timing.

    But then, you trapped me. Your next paragraph you let go of a prejudice as you let yourself meet a full-dimensional dog. Yay! I’ve done the same with a cat or two in the past. I’ve done the same with the French language — hating it, but finally meeting some French folks I really loved. Ahhhh, to release prejudices. And you did it so well here and then an excellent Haiku to show deep love in pure image. Nice!

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    • Thank you, Sabio. I love dogs. I do try to keep my heart open to them, like people. I think we’re all just hoping someone understands us.
      I love to hear the French language. Even after studying it for many, many years, I’d rather hear it spoken than try to speak it. 🙂

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  3. Oh how I agree! Miniature dogs always seem to be exactly as you describe your early perceptions…and my mother’s little dogs (Tinker and later Rab) loved her dearly but bit anyone who came close to her while the dog was there. My dad had to get into bed first or the dog would bite him!!! So I can very well see how you’d be “pleasantly” surprised by Louie the Loaner.
    Super haiku too….pawprints in the snow 🙂 Glad you’ve had a good experience with Louie!

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