cricket

She's just my dog.
She is my other eyes that can see above the clouds:
My other ears that hear above the winds.
She is the part of me that can reach out into the seas.
She has told me a thousand times over that I am her reason for being.
By the way she rests against my leg.
By the way she thumps her tail at my smallest smile.
By the way she shows her hurt when I leave without taking her.
When I am wrong, she is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, she clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, she is joy abound.
When I am a fool, she ignores it.
When I succeed, she brags.
Without her, I am only another person.
With her, I am all powerful.
She has promised to wait for me...whenever...
In case I need her; and I expect I will...
As I always have.
She is my dog.
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Cricket was a birthday present to our Mommy from our Grandparents. Cricket loves to play fetch and chase her ball. Before we came along, Mommy worked full-time. When she would get home from work Cricket would be ready to play. If Mommy tried to lay down and rest Cricket would nibble on the back of her neck to make her get up and play.

Cricket loves to play ball! She will roll the ball with her nose all over the yard. When you are trying to mow the grass, she will roll the ball in front of the mower so that you have to stop and kick it for her.