To Pet a Beloved Pet

Wagging, as if hinged, almost jumping to my lap, but politely waiting, dropping back to sit, almost jumping again, back to sit, more polite waiting.

Finally,seeing my lap cleared to make room, she leaped.

Her mustache and beard dripped water. Startled from my previous reverie by the cold wet I realized the ease that came with her presence.

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