past the night

Last night I had puppy duty. My wife complains I don’t sleep much but when I see the puppies running to me, needing attention, wanting some love; life seems to circle back on itself. I remember another dog I had. Way back. This particular red monster was a Golden Retriever. A large and red child. Never the smartest tool but if you talk love and companionship, she was it. Her first night I stayed with her on the couch and she coming over every so often to find some love. She missed all those other pups she came up with. The rest of the then family loved her but I never doubted when she saw me come back from business trips that she had waited patiently when somehow she knew I would come back from Singapore or India or Japan or wherever. This morning when I woke up I felt that familiar tug at the heart. Seeing both run to me tails wagging. It made a longer night seem so perfect. coffee and past the night I’ll get a walk in today even with some rain. Stop for a coffee. Watch the holiday…