Toying Around

Doc’s favorite toy, a replica of the one he tossed to us the day we rescued him, still sits in the yard. We’ve thrown it for both dogs–Zoe who knew and misses its owner and Shadow who has followed in his passing–yet there the toy remains. This poem may explain why, but catch the deeper meaning. Learn from your pets even as you train and play with them. You may discover, as I have, why simply toying around is a pointless endeavor.

Toying Around

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Those Shadow Moments

Little did I know when I wrote this poem months ago that the next gleam of light I would glimpse would come in the form of a three-month-old yellow Labrador Retriever puppy named Shadow. Many thanks to Northern Lakes Labradors.Shadow.

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