Alert, loving, and loyal.
His days were too short.
Fun and sweet story about our King. One morning just after daybreak, I heard a ruckus in the back yard. Looking out the window, without my glasses, I saw King with a goose. The goose’s head was in King’s mouth. I yelled at him to turn loose the goose. After repeated orders which he did not respond to, I put on my glasses and high-tailed it out the back door to free the goose and “rebuke” the dog for not obeying me. As I drew closer to the dog, I could see that he was standing there timidly waiting for someone to come rescue him. The goose had a grip on King’s tongue and would not let go!
Moral? There must be a lesson here about getting hold of something that won’t let go. It probably started out as play.
Ronovan writes haiku Challenge #139, king and day