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You put your hands on your hips. "Someone's been a bad girl," you say, tone teasing over scolding. The white pitbull with the brown spot around her eye looks up at you, guilt in those doggy eyes even if her tail is wagging hard and fast from seeing you. She's going to have puppies any day now, so you have kept her separated from the rest of the dogs at the rescue. It must have felt like a punishment to her. She didn't understand it was for her own safety. But you wouldn't like to be locked up either. "Did you do that?" You point at a hole in the drywall, chomped away at by great big teeth, and Rosie droops her head even if that tail never stops wagging. How can you be mad at her? You drop down to your knees and put your arms out, "Come here, baby girl." Rosie waddles over with her great big belly and wastes no time licking your face, the dog thrilled for the attention.
You hug Rosie who snuggles into your arms the best that she can. She's still got bite scars on her body and one of her ears is half chewed off, but you still think she's absolutely perfect. "You're just bored, aren't you? You've got no one to play with right now. You can hear all your friends out there and you want to get out of here and play." Your hands rub up and down her back while all those words come out in baby talk. You flop her ears back and forth in that way she loves so much before stretching her face back into that huge doggy grin. Her tongue lathers your face, warm and slimy against your eyeball that didn't shut fast enough then up into your nose which makes you want a kleenex.
You rub your slobber filled nose on your sleeve in absence of a tissue and pat the sides of her face, "Come on, sweetness, let's go lay down." Rosie was all wiggles, but as you go to flop into her big round cushy bed she curls right up against your stomach and lifts up one of her front legs in demand for a belly rub. You can feel the restless puppies inside her as you give in to her demand and that was kind of weird in a beautiful sort of way. She loved unconditionally, and you don't understand how anyone could ever let her get hurt. It didn't take long for her to start snoring. You suppose it is easier to fall asleep when you feel secure and loved, and you wonder if she ever felt that way before she was rescued.
Rosie's steady breathing and ridiculous snoring lull you off to sleep as well, wondering if Rosie felt your insecurity and loneliness, too.