My fairy wolf, your ears so floppy and soft. I stroke them. Your eyes slowly droop, little noises of contentment. A tail thumps.

I cease momentarily. Bump, bump – your big Labrador head knocks my hand

“Please, more” you say in your own so unique way.

My big hairy wolf, there is no past or future for you, just this moment, the strokes, you and I dog and master together on this spring day.