i wanted to share this paragraph from a short story collection i was reading..
The story is called Deep River by Leslie F Hart
ONe night Rob would lie awake, unable to sleep. Nothing would stir in the house. He would hear the soft pad-pad-pad of steps in the grass outside the house, the muted thud of paws springing from the ground to the veranda. They would come through the swinging doors, up the stairs, through the hall. He would screw his eyes shut.pad-pad-pad into his room, and he could hear the bedsprings groan under her weight as she leaped onto his bed. he would have to stifle his laughter as the icy nose shoved at his face and the spatula-tongue lapped his ear moistly. The bearlike head would shove under his chin in the darkness, find no response, and the dog would curl up ath the foot of the bed. Sleep could come then, along with the slow slipping of a great burden from the left side of his chest, an unfettering of his heart.
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an unfettering of his heart..that is exactly the way it is for me..Thank you Bronki, Mary and Vic for all the peace you bring me. This is why i sleep with dogs..I wouldn't have it any other way. Victor is so sweet..he noses the blankets and dives underneath curling up against me..then he sighs sucks and swallows (something i have learned dogs do when they are completely relaxed and content..and happy) I am asleep almost the same instant he is. Mary is so warm against my back. She too thump thump is happy.
The story is called Deep River by Leslie F Hart
ONe night Rob would lie awake, unable to sleep. Nothing would stir in the house. He would hear the soft pad-pad-pad of steps in the grass outside the house, the muted thud of paws springing from the ground to the veranda. They would come through the swinging doors, up the stairs, through the hall. He would screw his eyes shut.pad-pad-pad into his room, and he could hear the bedsprings groan under her weight as she leaped onto his bed. he would have to stifle his laughter as the icy nose shoved at his face and the spatula-tongue lapped his ear moistly. The bearlike head would shove under his chin in the darkness, find no response, and the dog would curl up ath the foot of the bed. Sleep could come then, along with the slow slipping of a great burden from the left side of his chest, an unfettering of his heart.
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an unfettering of his heart..that is exactly the way it is for me..Thank you Bronki, Mary and Vic for all the peace you bring me. This is why i sleep with dogs..I wouldn't have it any other way. Victor is so sweet..he noses the blankets and dives underneath curling up against me..then he sighs sucks and swallows (something i have learned dogs do when they are completely relaxed and content..and happy) I am asleep almost the same instant he is. Mary is so warm against my back. She too thump thump is happy.