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| Koi with Baby |
Koi’s
sharp yip reverberates through the front window while his tiny body bounces
with anticipation of my arrival. My fumble of key in lock frustrates him into a
body slam against the door. Upon opening the door, this little dog doesn’t jump
against my legs. Instead, he dashes toward the family room, scoops one of his
stuffed toys into his mouth, and zooms into the master bedroom. I drop my purse
and tote and immediately give chase. Koi’s keep-away game rockets us back into
the family room in a mad circle around the coffee table. Then I dash behind him
in a loop back into the bedroom where he sails onto the bed, leaps back to the
floor, and whips around the corner just ahead of my grasp. One final maneuver
on my part, and I capture the toy from his mouth, pop open the back screened
door, and hurtle the toy into the back yard. Koi propels himself over the
threshold, scoops the toy back into his mouth, and slows down enough to pee on
his favorite bush before following me to my swing.
We
linger under the tree. Sometimes I read. Other times I talk to my sister or
brother. Koi barks at Calico Sal, the patched cat from across the street, or he
rubs noses with the dog next door. Sometimes, he sits closer to my feet, his
toy resting between his paws until I signal that it’s time to go inside.
I
love that Koi lives a pampered life of belly rubs and walks to the park. His
little heart knows with certainty that the big black box in the kitchen holds
deliciousness (chunks of cheese). He never doubts the invitation onto our bed
each night where he’ll cuddle as he snoozes. Security and safety shelter him
each day. He lives a splendid dog’s life.
Copyright 2019 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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