Love with fur on it

 It’s my fervent wish for just one day
to get out of my own damn way
and live the life of this dog.
 
So utterly shameless and content in his fur,
never stewing and stressing
over whether that bark was misconstrued,
or offense taken at his effusive wagging.
 
To sit with certain hope and expectation
of veggie scraps falling like manna from heaven
and yet without an ounce of resentment
when such treats fail to appear.
 
To lie spread-eagled in absolute trust,
open to belly rubs and assurance of his goodness,
embodying that goodness at every turn
with unconditional snuggles,
eyes overflowing love,
and empathy so warm you can touch it.