lizard love

my dog loves lizards. not the kind of love in passing, like the love you might have for a diet cherry coke on an incredibly hot afternoon, or a pumpkin spice latte on a cool fall evening. not that kind of love. no, garland loves lizards in the way that causes her to throw herself against the back door, squeaking like a little bathtub rubber ducky. she will then proceed to continue to express her affection by barreling across the patio and up the wall towards whatever green, blue, or black lizard happens to be minding his business there quietly. after she has continued to declare her undying admiration by causing the poor little reptile to shed his tail and turn about five different colors, it will eventually find it’s way over, under, or too high up the fence for garland to continue to woo.

garland loves lizards. so when they do not return her advances, she sits there, forelorn and rejected and jumping at any small leaf or breeze that causes the grass to move. there she will sit for about 30 minutes until she is sure that her little friend is not in fact going to accept her proposal for unending friendship.

dwell in possibility…