IN LIFE AS IN THE DANCE : GRACE GLIDES

ON BLISTERED FEET.
---Alice Abrams

Monday, November 27, 2006

Echoes of "Wet Fur"

These are my unlicensed therapists. Look at those eyes...don't they look bright and caring?
They listen to my every hurt and heartache. And the best part? I never get a bill.

Throughout my life I have always had a dog. And from my youngest days, I can remember the feeling of pouring out my heart to my fuzzy psychiatrists and spilling tears onto shiny coats and never feeling rejected.

Warm wet noses, gentle brown eyes and wet fur.

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