"Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows." James 1:17 Word Count: 256,703 Days writing in a row: 181
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
A random description of my puppy dog :)
My puppy smiles up at me, eager anticipation glowing in her dark eyes. Her little mind is spinning, running after sheep and clouds up in in the sky. But it's winter and she's waiting, hoping that I'll notice and play with her. Or maybe she just wants food. I'm not sure. Now she's sleepy. Her eyes are almost closed. But I know all I have to do is say her name and her ears will prick and she'll be wide awake. She sees me looking at her now. Curled up in a heart shaped pillow of fur (the annoying kind that clings to every black item in your wardrobe) she is trying to decide whether or not I'm going to play with her. She seems to have (wisely) decided that I'm not going to. Now those little ears are drooping, and her puppy eyes are filled with sleep. Goodnight.
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