The Blonde Beast
I look out into the gray-blue ocean,
the icy waves crashing down onto the shore,
that sound like a thunder storm starting to roll in.
The sun is just starting rise;
there is a halo of light that sits upon the sea
and it captivates me how one place
can have so much serenity,
but is so untamed.
The water is ice,
nobody in their right mind
would go for a swim today.
But here I am,
looking out,
and seeing a big blonde blob
jumping in the water without a care in the world.
I smile to myself,
seeing her filled with joy,
oblivious to the world around her.
That’s my dog, Maggie-
the one hundred, twenty pound beast.
Her warm chocolate nose sniffs the salty air
as her ferocious blonde tail wags with glee,
a hazard to anyone in a five foot radius of her.
She jumps with jubilance to get the stick,
her two foot tongue is flopping everywhere,
as a huge grin is plastered to her face.
She keeps jumping
almost knocking my dad down
until he throws the stick.
He finally lets go of the stick
that is the size of a log
and she dashes after it,
submerging fully into the arctic water.
She loves the water
and doesn’t mind the temperature.
She runs around in the sand
as frigid salty gust of wind blow through the air,
the coldness seeping through to your bones.
But Maggie doesn’t care
that dumb dog just keeps fetching that stick.
But she’s my dumb dog
and I love her to death.