The other day I walked into the living room and I heard RK talking to Stella Marie, while he was petting her,
'i just can't believe you're this little animal, that I'm petting, and you're this little animal that lives in our house and sleeps in our bed...'
And later that night, our friend Kevin started saying the same thing, to her, to us,
'isn't it funny? she's just this little animal living in your house...'
I think it feels 'funny' because Stella is not just a dog. She's part fox and she's part faun and she's 100% incredible. The way she looks at you, the way she sighs deep sighs as she's trying to fall asleep, the ways she inches her way up the bed so she's nose to nose with you by the time you wake up in the morning (but you never heard her jump up there in the first place!), she's a little niji the way she scoots from room to room, and the way she melts into your lap but can raise an ear at the slightest whistle sound.
So, in the meantime, my friend Renee gave me and I'm reading this:
It's the least I can do for Stella.