As promised, I am posting a second time today–such is the excitement and awe around here.
With sweetness and gratitude,
7 am and we are ready to get going. The plan is simply to get Ari to the back door, maybe feed him halfway, on the new rug in the kitchen.
The sun isn’t even up yet, and I’m dressed, filling a container with kibble. J and Ari are coming down the hall, all the way to the back door, and out they go. I grab my coat and follow.
The air is fresh and chilly. Even with the porch light on, it’s darkness everywhere for me. I hear Ari scrambling on the wooden deck, hear J’s quiet, reassuring, “Come on, come on” across the way.
Fear starts slyly seeping into my thoughts. I imagine Ari tumbling down the steps to the grass and…
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