The Name We Choose For Our Dog, Reflects Who We Are
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The Name We Choose For Our Dog, Reflects Who We Are
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I SAT IN his lap as he drove down the dirt driveway in the opposite direction of the only house I’d ever known. I watched from the window of his truck as the place I spent my first eight weeks of life faded out of view. It hit me, that I better imprint this guy’s face to my tiny little brain since he was my only connection back to the only place I’d ever known. So I jumped from the passenger seat into his lap.
As I sat under his stretched out arms that led to the steering wheel, I turned my head towards his face and stared in his eyes. I noted all the features of his face. The shape of his head. His incredibly gorgeous hair and his terrible attempt at a confident smile. I didn’t take my eyes off him until I was positive, I would not soon forget his face.