it comes up to me
and nuzzles.
who nuzzles anymore?
but the dog
knows, what you need,
the head
burrowing
between my knees.
looking
with soft brown eyes
into mine
with what appears
to be love.
i scratch her head,
run my hands along
her blonde side.
i'm not sure who needed
it more, me or
her.
but i'm glad i took the time.
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