Original post : February 14, 2014
Like peeling an onion
Peeling an onion takes time. It's a bit tricky. It can be delicate.
What's underneath is much softer. And sometimes, it makes you cry.
Today Nicki went to sniff at the recycling bin, as she does. She tries
to get at the yogurt containers, etc. I moved my foot between her and
the bin. Not at her in the least bit, but just to block her from getting
closer. She immediately dropped to the floor and turned her belly up in extreme submission.
So, I guess, he kicked her, too.
My heart broke again. She's so small. She's so overwhelmingly sweet and
cute that kids yelled to us from a car window in the parking lot at
Petco. "I like your dog!!" And some jackhole kicked her. Kicked her
enough that she was immediately frightened again.
But then, she
did that wonderful thing that she does for me: she made it all better.
After I'd loved her and reassured her, I let her out on her lead to go
into the yard. She stood there just gorgeous in the blinding sun against
the fresh snow. And then .....
She dove into the snow and
began some very enthusiastic rolling. And I laughed. This Southern Belle
adores rolling in the snow. And eating the snow. And bounding through
it, chest high no matter. She'd walk for hours, if her paws didn't
freeze. And now that I made those boots for her, I give in to the cold
before she does!
I can see deeper and deeper into the heart of this gorgeous creature. The mean man lost another round.