The tremor lands. It vibrates up to my jaw. Lucky shakes his little stump of a tail, and Nina barks, barks, and barks.
Lucky is a chihuahua terrier mix, and Nina is a happy Schnauzer. She smiles and is lovely. Crawls up your legs and lays up against the thighs.
We made the assumption her previous owner cut her tail off. She seems to have experienced some type of trauma in her past. She is protective and is all for infinite touch. Lucky is not trained and is very protective of his space, but he lets me pet him. Unless he steals something, then he becomes a real motherfucker.
Nina’s barks are loud and unsettling. You have to pet her to get her to stop. Sometimes you even have to hold her. Her doggy breath is harsh, and she drops her tongue in excitement all over you.
There was a time before the dogs. My nerves did not fry as quickly.
They run at the door, and you nearly trip over them. They shake their tails, and all they want to do is love and be loved.
The barking is a terror when you just want to. You just want to be.
When the dogs get barking. My nerves get dancing, and my soul drops a thousand feet.