Pausing at my parents house.

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Each morning around 3 the door makes its sandpaper rub along the carpet.

A nose and two eyes sneak knee-height into my room.

Always the same – two steps, two breaths, a huff, and he is gone.

I sleep feeling loved and protected.

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Snow Day.


Dog Park.


Mudded Bliss.


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Seamus Foster

Welcome to the Family


(You’re so friggin cute.)