never alone

Fridays we would pile into our mossy green plymouth to visit my cousin far outside of town. My cousin had this wonderful black lab he called Popcorn.  We would hide in the tall dark woods... sometimes it was so dark it seemed as if home was miles and miles away.   We could always hear Popcorn. He would come running when we called black tail wagging above the broken trees and moss. Man's best friend ...we were never lost. I loved that dog. 

Now years and years later. I still love that dog.