Until Next Year

What do you mean “stay away from him?” I love him, you just don’t understand. I stare up at her and try to give that puppy dog look. Sometimes it gets me a treat. Today nothing, she’s not budging. I try to twist away but her hand is firmly hooked onto my collar. It’s so unfair.

I first noticed him when I ran out the front door she had foolishly left open. I was peeing on the lawn when he came over to say hello. Just thinking about how his nose felt gives me tingles. Hmm, he smelled so good. He wears a blue bandana. I don’t normally like a bandana but he can pull off the look. On him the bandana says “Go ahead, throw the Frisbee, see if I care.”

He’s perfect for me and I’ll never love anyone as much as I love him! At least not until next year. I hate to admit it but I can be a bit of a slut. I’m not proud of that but it is what it is. Anyway, I’m going over the fence as soon as she lets go of me.

He’s dreamy.

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