It might have something to do with her early life in a puppy mill; the litters they made her bear at an early age and then took to sell. Or the confinement. But she has trouble letting go and being a dog.
Paranoia and fear make hers a solemn life most of the time... and she doesn't tolerate too much attention or touching.
Though there are times... few and far between... still...
She dances. And runs around with her stuffed toys. And doesn't check 7 times before coming back in the house to make sure the monsters don't follow...
At those times our heart soars for and with her. We wait and watch for those moments, like anticipating a baby's first steps, for they are truly magical.
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