Keep walking, Shylark Dog 14.
The trail is long, but you were made for the long trail. "Not wild enough to disappear. Not tame enough to be owned. Just right for the work that no one else sees." Shylark Dog 14
It is you, on the morning you didn't want to get up, but you got up anyway. You fed something. You walked something. You sang something, even if only inside your head. Keep walking, Shylark Dog 14
It is not a breed you’ll find in a kennel club registry. It is not a military designation you can look up in a declassified file. It is something older. Something stitched together from three impossible pieces. Not tame enough to be owned
It is the introvert at the party who laughs loudest—because the silence at home is so deep that laughter here is a kind of oxygen.