Dear human hands,
I know you a little by now. I know what you
can do to me. I have experienced the bad kind and the good kind. I prefer the
good kind. Those hands tickle me on places I love to be tickled! Those hands
rub me on places I can’t reach myself. I love those hands. They help me feel
good. I am lucky that we don’t have mirrors in this nice shelter so I can’t see
the scars that remind me of my past as a hunting dog. I prefer the future, definitely.
A future full of sweet human hands that constantly tickle me, rub me and pet
me. Do you have those hands? Then I think we’re a match made in heaven!
