<p>His black, shimmering nose prods me gently<br />And his eyes; tranquil waters of insatiable hope <br />Look up imploringly into mine<br />His tail wags beseechingly<br />Gently at first, but with an increasing intensity<br />That accomplishes in a single motion<br />More than a volley of barks could have.<br />Car keys jingle, the swish of a leash is heard<br />And he erupts jubilantly; A ball of explosive fur <br />Emitting triumphant yips punctuating each sentence<br />With gritty zeal and enthusiasm.<br /> He’s essentially got the heart of an adventurer<br />A heart that yearns <br />To explore the obscure<br />To discover the indefinite<br />To scour the world for possibilities <br />Possibilities that often lie veiled by disbelief<br />Not in his world, but in ours.<br /> His thrusts his head out from the window resolutely <br />With an air of complacent enjoyment<br />As our car whizzes past the world in general<br />For this is his world,<br />Pink, slobbering tongue dangling precariously from mouth<br />And spaniel ears temporarily elevated by the lusty winds<br />His eyes illumined by an almost fervent gleam<br />As he floats in a bubble of complete detachment.<br />When his paws aren’t on the armrest,<br />And his snout on the drearier side of the window,<br />He rests his muzzle against the car floor<br />To revel in its soothingly rhythmic motion<br />And eyes shut in silent contemplation.<br /> His eyes reflect a thousand worlds<br />Each world diverse and rare<br />Happiness permeates the creases lining his countenance<br />He’s got a slightly inebriated look<br />With a silly canine grin pasted on his face<br />He’s an explorer, a swashbuckler, a seeker<br />He’s the quintessential seafarer<br />Lost to the world<br />How easily he slips into blissful oblivion<br />With a trip in the family car<br /><br /><em>Malvika</em></p>
<p>His black, shimmering nose prods me gently<br />And his eyes; tranquil waters of insatiable hope <br />Look up imploringly into mine<br />His tail wags beseechingly<br />Gently at first, but with an increasing intensity<br />That accomplishes in a single motion<br />More than a volley of barks could have.<br />Car keys jingle, the swish of a leash is heard<br />And he erupts jubilantly; A ball of explosive fur <br />Emitting triumphant yips punctuating each sentence<br />With gritty zeal and enthusiasm.<br /> He’s essentially got the heart of an adventurer<br />A heart that yearns <br />To explore the obscure<br />To discover the indefinite<br />To scour the world for possibilities <br />Possibilities that often lie veiled by disbelief<br />Not in his world, but in ours.<br /> His thrusts his head out from the window resolutely <br />With an air of complacent enjoyment<br />As our car whizzes past the world in general<br />For this is his world,<br />Pink, slobbering tongue dangling precariously from mouth<br />And spaniel ears temporarily elevated by the lusty winds<br />His eyes illumined by an almost fervent gleam<br />As he floats in a bubble of complete detachment.<br />When his paws aren’t on the armrest,<br />And his snout on the drearier side of the window,<br />He rests his muzzle against the car floor<br />To revel in its soothingly rhythmic motion<br />And eyes shut in silent contemplation.<br /> His eyes reflect a thousand worlds<br />Each world diverse and rare<br />Happiness permeates the creases lining his countenance<br />He’s got a slightly inebriated look<br />With a silly canine grin pasted on his face<br />He’s an explorer, a swashbuckler, a seeker<br />He’s the quintessential seafarer<br />Lost to the world<br />How easily he slips into blissful oblivion<br />With a trip in the family car<br /><br /><em>Malvika</em></p>