This post is in response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge .
Also in recognition of Ronovan’s warning ( or disclaimer ) ” , this post is neither about religion or any political issue
His blind faith on us
Little did he know our choice
Nine rewarding years
We picked up Skooby about nine years back from Humane Society. He definitely was our choice as we saw his photo while researching for a dog. When we went to see him first, he did not show any interest towards us at all and the lady volunteer who was looking after Skooby told us that he may not be a good fit and we should look for some more. As we came out of the room and went to another rook to look at some other dogs, we realized that our daughter ( eleven at that time) was not with us. We went back to the other room and saw that she was sitting on the ground in front of Skooby’s crate and cuddling his feet and snout that he had out through the bars of the crate door. Well, as people say, the rest is history and our bundle of joy is still with us all these years. As the kids grew up and moved out to college, he is our happy companion keeping us away from empty nester syndrome.
Fleeting Muse 