This damn dog may be the death of me
while breathing life into every moment of my day.
With no appreciation of who is master and who is follower
she yanks me like a rag doll around the neighborhood
yet also gives me a reason to want to walk again.
Those who pass are equally entertained and concerned with her antics.
I tell her I love her and ask about her day.
She leads me to believe I am the sole reason for her existence.
My fuzzy ball of fury is both devoted and demanding.
A faithful friend for eternity.
This is the first (#1) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these posts in no set time frame. If I follow into the same pattern of trying to reach a resolution (in comparison to diet or exercise aspirations), I may finish about 14 of them total before I decide to throw in the towel and move onto other pursuits. Humor me while this writing trend lasts by reading and commenting if you feel so inclined.
Written by Heidi Woodard