Samuel
by Margie
Culbertson
It happened.
Again. No matter how many tall, dark and handsome
males I fall for, they all turn out to be rogues
and break my heart. I guess I just can't help
myself. It was yesterday afternoon. I got out of
my car and he was just there. He wasn't alone.
But I didn't care. It did appear that the other
person was a friend. It wouldn't have mattered.
He was young. Younger than
me. But that didn't matter either. I've fallen
for objects of affection much younger than I. Yes,
they broke my heart. I have no explanation. I
simply loved them.
He was eager to meet me.
You could tell by looking at him. He slightly
vibrated with anticipation as I approached.
I asked his name. Samuel. I
was surprised, even though I've known a Sam and a
Sammy before. But he was definitely a Samuel. No
other name would do.
He was muscular and strong,
with long thick black hair, creamy brown eyes, a
beautiful smile - and those teeth. My God, he was
perfect! I couldn't help myself. I reached out
and stroked his hair. Then, quickly remembering
this was a stranger I had just met, I removed my
hand and backed up a step to collect myself.
Regroup, I told
myself. Regroup. Behave yourself. You don't
even know this gorgeous male.
But he then reached out for
me and I immediately took his paw in my hands and
leaned down to stroke his ears. He licked my arm.
Samuel. Oh Samuel, I love you.
ADDENDUM:
Samuel, who is a puppy of the Newfoundland breed,
would like to dedicate this page to his humans,
Dave and Ali Fry. He finds it an honor to have
them as houseguests. He especially likes the way
they let him take them for walks. He asked me, if
he gave them water and food and took them for
walks everyday, could he keep them? I told him
yes.
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