I am in love

I can't deny it. I am having sleepless nights thinking about her. Last night, I was up and about barking at the leaves shuffling in the wind and the birds landing on the roof. I just couldn't settle because I was filled with thoughts of her.

She is gorgeous. Pearlescent fur, like moi. Same age. Same Scottish heritage. Same size although she has a finer feminine bone structure.

She is gentle and sweet and so so demure.

Her name is Peggy.

Peggy, Peggy, Peggy. I see her in my dreams. I see her last thing at night and she is my first thought in the morning. I imagine a life together, without puppies because I have been snipped. I imagine us stretched out side by side on the terrace, warmed by the sun and her body pressing gently against mine. I would leave her for but a moment to go inside and bring her a Greenie. I would stand aside, as a true Scottish gentleman should, and let her have first go at the water bowl. How I would love to be tumbling with her on the white rug with the long hair. Her hair, my hair, rug hair all tumbling into one.

I keep picturing the moment we met. At the dog park. The stupid dog park that only has fences on two sides so, if we wanted to, we could run out onto the busy road. So it's not really a dog park. But it will forever be a sacred place because that's where I first saw her.

Across the green carpet, standing calmly next to her human parents. I was sniffing the ground, as inquisitive as ever, and by happenstance I looked up. She was a radiant vision of perfection. Looking directly at me, watching me with those luscious jet black eyes.

Then they were walking towards me (not just the eyes, all of her and her human parents). I didn't move. I waited. Trying not to grin like a stupid lovesick poodle. And we sniffed. Breathing in the roasted almond smell of her. I can smell her now. The humans talked scribble while we flirted and fleetingly touched noses. Then they moved on.

Oh, Peggy. I did but see her passing by and yet I'll love her till I die.