He’s standing there with his eyes pointed right at me

You can see all the muscles tense in his body

His breathing starts to increase to a much faster pace

His stride is long and with no hesitation

There are no breaks--it is one fluid motion

And it’s all done with so much excitement

His tongue is hanging out and

It’s hiding 42 sharp, powerful teeth

You tense for just a moment as thoughts race through your head

It all goes away when your eyes meet

His deep brown eyes pull you into a pool of loneliness

He wants a home

You suddenly feel yourself drifting away

And the image of him starts to disappear

As you wake up you realize it was just a dream

There is no perfect dog

There is no excitement and loneliness

It was just your imagination