What’s Love Got To Do With It?

What’s Love Got To Do With It?

This morning we walked to the park, me and momma. Walking on the rocky coast line, I sniff the morning air. The scents are spectacular, specially since it rained last night. I enjoy walking in the park, I like to meander down the dirt paths and when I feel like resting for a while I wander to the top of the grassy knoll to take in the scenery. There’s this great little spot on the hill that overlooks the ocean. I like to sit there and take in the scents of the salty air, listen to seals ‘ork’ as they sun themselves on the rocky beach below, and watch the people come and go. Most of the time the people come in twos, couples. I guess my momma and me, we’re a couple. So, here we sit together to watch the world go by, with no particular agenda. “Do you want a treat Mattie,” momma asks as she pulls out a few cut up apple slices she prepared for our walk through the park. I look up at momma’s wistful face, then at the apple piece, give a little sneeze and shake of my head, and turn back to the ocean. Contended, I watch a ferry boat slowly make it’s way through the water, and I hear the ‘crunch, crunch, crunch,’ of momma eating some of my apple pieces. Being a couple is a good thing. You have someone to share your apple pieces with. Momma says that she has me with her all the time, that she’s never alone – that she takes me with her wherever she...

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