She looks for affection and love,
and is always ready to give them.
I say the command.
She sits. She stays.
She yearns to take in the joy of the day,
to find new smells,
and to dig new holes.
Though her desire is great,
she must wait for my word of release.
She looks back at me.
"Is it time yet? Is it time?"
I see her nose beginning to twitch.
I wait one more second,
and the suspense grows thicker than her fur.
I know what's coming.
She knows what's coming.
"Okay!"
And Eager to take hold of the longed for prize,
she, the innocent,
leaps off the porch into freedom.
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