Wet Dogs
To a stranger born is some distant country hundreds of years from now:No one likes a wet dog.
As I sit out in the rain though, I feel as if the wet dog and I have become one.
Watch the rain drops slide down the glass surfaces that view
A child and her dog
standing in the rain, side by side.
I remember one night,
my dad came home drunk,
and in the mess of his mind he told me this:
"No matter what you do to a dog, it always comes back to you.
You could beat it, yell at it, and it would still love you.
A dog is a forgiving creature,
and that's why they are man's best friend."
At this point, I looked down at my dog
and watched my smile form in the reflection of her
green eyes.
Her shaggy, wet, hair glimmered against the white and gray clouds
in the sky.
And it was then that I decided
I like wet dogs.
By: Brandi Deacon
2010
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