Knox found a chopped-off

piece of a crepe myrtle tree

and proudly brought it

home to add to his growing

collection of well-gnawed toys.

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Though the rain has stopped,

the trees still gently shed small

 water drops, bringing

an element of sparkle 

to our standard morning walk.

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I wonder if earth

would be in better shape if

other species had

an equal say in how our

earth’s resources would be used?

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The wise rise early.

I have it on the highest 

dog authority.

Knox makes his case for early

rising every single day.

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When she was prickly,

we were reminded she was

raised in a desert

with few showers of kindness

and little understanding.

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A breeze so gentle

it barely caused a ripple

on the pond below,

yet its presence brought loving

comfort on this sun warmed day.

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Knox approaches as

I sit, pen poised on paper.

He gives me a sad

and reproachful look. How can

you prefer poems to play?

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They really are on

a search and restore mission

as they study our

walk, take note of our balance,

evaluate our posture.

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To be greeted by

a tail wagging bundle of

enthusiasm

is an invitation to

put down work and pick up play.

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Every night we play

the same old toss and fetch game

and never once has

Knox grown tired before me.

Ah, to be young and a dog…

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