Beau James and I howl harmoniously with canine passion. When I prepare a carnivore’s delight meal for my dear one, served lovingly on china at a place of honor, he eats to please me, but later when we dance, tug of warring a dish towel between us, it is more humanity than he wants. His love has limits. All that nourishment spoiled, he asks for a simple meal of kibble on the floor. His love is like gravity, spinning circles with unleashed abandon. It is untamed and generous. It is the peaceful rest of a satisfied soul. I love Beau.
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