I look at my dog, I see myself.
I got Rune five years ago, from one of the crazy loons in this community of crazies. She has been witness to five years of tumult, of a re-arranging of my universe. She's no longer the cheerful little puppy of the past. In human years she would be 35. A proud mum of 2 litters of pups, saviour of the almost-drowned, protector of this precarious house of rag-tag survivors.
Why is that when I look at this photo, I see myself? I think its her eyes. Over the years they have turned from wide-eyed-enthusiastic to worried and watchful. But always, through it all, staunchly hopeful.
Thanks to pelikula76 for this photo.