Progressing, she is.
Teaching, she is.
Learning, she is.
Problem solving, she is.
Entertaining, she is.
Sweetness, she is.
Trusting, she is.
Contemplating, I am.
Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of the very old, wise soul that this puppy, slowing morphing into a dog, is. I don't just see it, it touches me. It makes me turn around and stare, while the feeling of distinct familiarity takes hold. It infuses itself within my soul.
I have said it before.... and I will say it again....
She has done this before.
She has been here before.
