"Sooner or later, somehow, anyhow, I was bound to write a novel. It seems vain to ask why. Men are born with various manias: from my earliest childhood, it was mine to make a plaything of imaginary series of events; and as soon as I was able to write, I became a good friend to the paper-makers."Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

Monday, 9 January 2012

Protector

Ever faithful friend,
Standing alert over our bed,
Furry protector.

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A Haiku  inspired by my ever faithful dog. He is incredibly loyal, especially protective of my son and would lay down his life for him. Last night at around 3am, there was a huge fight in the street involving dogs and people and possibly foxes! He went to check my son was ok, and then sat on the end of the bed between my husband and I with his chest puffed up and his ears alert, watching over us.

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