Zeldas at PDF, sitting in the middle of a field writing. Today's exercise: write a pet story
if I try to tell you stories about my dogs
what comes is always some misadventure
some loss and grief, or some dog crime or medical emergency
because that's the easily tell-able part
i can tell you the story of Chewbacca swallowing my earring, or Piccolo's last days, or the time Kato bit me
but that's not the truth of my time with them
that's something quieter and less effable
sitting on the couch with a dog head in your lap
walking the fields together in the sun and snow
it's mutual trust, living with wolf-cousin whose jaws could crush my bones
it's knowing there's someone who will welcome me home