Sunday, August 30, 2015
Woman with Small Dog on a Leash 2015
Instead, I came home with a 7lb, 5 month old female dachshund/miniature pinscher cross puppy with god knows what else mixed in. She'd been picked up as a stray on the mean streets of Albuquerque. She was never going to be big, that was for sure, and, of course, was not house-broken. She was very timid, and hid behind the TV for the first hours in our house. When I approached her, she would run away, and her cautiousness reminded me of the coyotes I was hoping to keep out of our yard. But there was something about her that spoke to me, some quality of reserve and dignity that I could see under the fear in her skinny body. When I finally managed to catch her and then pick her up, I could feel her surrender, melting her body into mine, burying her head in my chest, safe at last.