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.
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