Classic

I am pretty classical. I like classical music and art and poetry, but don't think that I am classically trained, because I am not.

I am trained like a recalcitrant puppy by a world that made me do things over and over and over and over  - - until getting them right so they were over faster became my mode of being.

I have learned to read eyes and wiggle all over with anticipation and love and a desire to please rather than use my voice to sing the anthems of love in my heart because people might not like my songs or speak my language, but who can miss these actions.

I know when to bark and snarl and snap my eyes -- even when it does no good.

A watch mom rears children who can survive no matter what or who they are. She teaches them all the tricks of living in a mad, mad, mad world.

And she hopes they know they will always be loved by that great beast running around the yard barking fiercely while wagging its tail.

Even when they have been given away.