The Puppy Stage

Our rescue dog Molly in younger days.

You lapped at the surf, dug holes everywhere, struggled with the difference between dirt and sand. You were in the puppy stage, now long gone. Today, as an adult, you’ve become wise, selectively picking when to revert to that feckless behavior that keeps you young…and me as well.

Published by 67steffen

My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close.

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