Longer Days

The days are still warm, but I can sense a difference in them. My shadow appears longer when I'm walking across the grass, and the flowers in the yard are losing their scent. There's a woody smell.



How is it that everything which seemed so large when I first came here, now appears smaller. I guess I've grown. Time moves quickly. I still don't have a thick coat like the shelites I sometimes see. And I still have so much energy and love to run and play. I can't imagine ever outgrowing that. But I've overheard that dogs sometimes do. Someday I won't want to move so much and I will want to spend all day lying next to someone's feet or just sitting in their arms.

But, by then, will I fit in someone's arms? Will I grow forever? My foster mom carefully measures my food. I think she's trying to keep me from turning into a giant because I enjoy food so much. However, I've learned that when she's getting food out of the cupboard or fixing dinner, if I wait nearby I can sometimes get a crumb that falls to the floor.