I often rest my head against hers.
And sniffed in her scent.
It is said, Chinese did not kiss.
They learned it from the west.
It is so true.
I take pleasure in taking in the scent of my love.
Not my loved ones.
Only of my love.
As I leaned into her.
I connected my heart chakra to hers.
And saw three hundred.
I did it often and did not even notice it.
Then it was six hundred.
That was when I noticed it.
Why those numbers.
I googled it.
Three hundred is divine love and support.
Six hundred is balance and harmony.
Three hundred is my love for her, divine in nature.
Six hundred is the balance and harmony she gives me.
She is precious, this little twelve pounder fox terrier and Chinese chrested mix.
I often look at her in wonder.
And told her she has to be a fairy, a pixie may be.
Or an angel, yes an angel.
Yet an angel she is not.
She is our boss.
Ginger's and mine.
On walks, she leads.
If I walk ahead of her, she stalls and stay rooted.
Where do you want to go? I ask her, letting her lead.
And she leads.
She decides where to go and how long the walks.
She is an angel in meditation.
I called out, meditation time,
She comes running and would stay with me hours on end.
While Ginger runs away, too boring for her.
My two doggos who make me a better person.
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