She sat with one leg either side of the pipe, the pup curled between her knees, and it suddenly occurred to her that this was the best part of the day. This was the time, she mused as she reached down to scratch his ears, that the world disappeared and it was just her, the pup, and the sunset.
She calmly thought of the past week, with all it’s trouble and stress, and all of that seemed a world away. How could anyone be upset, sitting on this pipe with their dog at sunset. She admired him as she absently picked prickles out of his fur, and he looked up at her with a mixture of love and admiration. The love of a dog is a wonderful thing, she thought to herself. Dogs don’t care if you’re irrational, and they certainly don’t care if the world hates you.
She raised her sunglasses; they weren’t needed now. The sun wasn’t bright enough to hurt her delicate eyes any more today, and she could view the naked world without worrying about a headache. Even that seemed far away, the small flaws that placed rules on her life. When she was sitting here with the pup, she could do anything, be anything. She picked up his paws one by one, and noted with detached amusement that he didn’t fear her at all. She could do anything to him, and he would just watch curiously and admiringly. Even if the whole world hated her, he loved her.
She found no prickles to irritate the young pads, and her gaze again wandered to the sunset. The pup, bored, rested his head on her knee and closed his eyes lazily. She pondered that sunset, so like the others, and yet so very different. Sunsets are very profound things, she mused to herself. You can learn a lot from a sunset.
She started as the pup barked a greeting to some passers-by, who cooed and commented about the pretty puppy. She found that amusing; everyone saw his beauty, yet how many of those same people would cluck over the “pity” of his imperfection if they knew it? People were like that, quick to admire beauty, and quick to judge perceived faults. It was the very fault that made him unacceptable that endeared him to her though. He had first appealed to her mostly because he was rejected as “faulty”. It hadn’t taken long for endearment to turn to love. She noted that it was mutual.
The sun was behind the clouds now, and she gathered her things. With a gentle word, she got the puppy down, and dropped down after him. Together they walked across the yard, toward home, two halves of a whole.
© 2012 Caghs