My love knows no bounds. I love my Misha unabashadly. Is that a word? It should be, maybe I am spelling it wrong. Misha is the cure for whatever ails me in the day. He wakes me up with a pat of his paw, we walk together, I pat him and talk to him and he looks at me, with eyes like a Carravagio painting. He loves me back. A perfect love where we never speak in English but just want to be together.
Misha has a new game. I take him out into the yard and give him a little chew toy. Then I pretend to grab it and he dashes around in circles, big circles, little circles...he runs with the treat in his mouth and he is smiling the whole time. Then he plops down as if to rest and I sneak up on him again and the dashes off circling the yard.
I sing to him all the day. "Misha is a friend of mine, he resembles Frankenstein, when the boys come out to play, Misha Misha runs away. " I call him Misha Bean, love puppet, little man. I make up new names every day.
He still never barks. He is the perfect dog friend. What have I done to deserve such happiness?
