That’s what we call her.
Our Rescue dog.
Our heart.
Our fur baby.
Our Hazel Mae.
I missed the annual ‘National Dog Day’ post.
But this girl is loved none the less.
She is loved fiercely.
We were away for two nights last weekend,
without her.
And when we spoke of her , because we did, A LOT, if you had over heard you would’ve thought we were talking about a child.
A child that we left at sleep away camp for the weekend
We wondered if she was missing us.
And If she was eating.
If she was having fun with the other doggies
Or
if she was sad & sulking.
We hoped that she was secure enough
to know how loved she is
and that we were coming back for her.
Because I had promised her that we were.
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