imprinted

this little guy landed in my lap. he was a bit of a trouble maker. he fought. neighbors would cross the street with their dogs, when they saw us coming up the sidewalk. he went everywhere with me. i was a loyal keeper, but no attachment, mostly obligation. years have past. i now look for him. he's my loyal friend. imprinted.

What do you see looking in?

It's so very different for me, looking out.

You project.

I Wish.