Layla : Jan 19, 2014

 I keep my distance. Which means, she’s alone for more hours than she should be. I know that her timeline is shorter than mine. I know that she needs me, that she needs exposure to all of that stuff. And I know that she will forgive me these 48 hours of uncertainty.

The wag of her tail, the intensity in her eyes, the way she sits patiently, waiting for my reaction, for my approval.

She sat in the shelter for days with a broken leg. Broken through, all the way through. Yet, she wags and she connects. Then she hung out at the vet’s office until surgery to insert pins and staples. Of course, she won their hearts.

Is that why I hesitate? Because she’s the color of honey and carmel? Just like my first dog, my forever girl. Or is it that I’ll have her for 4 weeks, longer than most of my fosters.

 

I know that tomorrow at 5am when I hear her stir, that I will hold her close and succumb. There is no way I can resist the innocence of a puppy.