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Monday, November 24, 2008

Diablo, a snapshot

Chocolate brown eyes guiltily gazed into mine as she lay on her back all four legs pointing to the ceiling. This would have been fine if not for the fact that she was lying on my kitchen table, all 160 pounds of newfoundland pyrenees cross that shed long black hair like, well like a dog. It was if I was living in a Farley Mowat tale, and had unknowingly bought the dog who wouldn't be. Clumsily she managed to half jump half roll off the table and saunter over to her food dish, looking back at me with her imploring puppy eyes.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

This is what they mean by "showing" instead of "telling" writing. By reading this, I have a perfect picture of Diablo in my mind. Big, playful, clumsy, but kind.

Every Photo Tells A Story said...

You don't have to answer, Sarah, but is Diablo a work of fiction, or a real pet?

Sarah Copeland said...

Diablo was a dog I had once :)

Anonymous said...

I'm such a nut about dogs, and this is such a great description of Diablo. I just want to kiss her nose :)

~Nancy (Every Photo)