Junie

Our long walk this morning tired little Junie out a good bit, so she’s been curled up beside me as I read Reader's Digest outside. She wakes up, stretches, and kisses me sweetly on the mouth, without overstaying her welcome or slipping her tongue up my nose. A kiss like that is never given by your ordinary dog. It’s not the “I miss you” kiss, or a “thank you”, or a “come play” or a “let me get that off your face” kiss, it’s just an “I love you.” I say it outloud back to her, and she seems satisfied.