Anna Holder
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Serenity my way
imagine eternal solace, Never another feeling of worry, Never another need for stress, Perhaps a psychedelic tune played only to me, A friendly nicker followed by hooves pounding my way, tiny paws and soft meows to awaken me from dreamland, they help fight off my anxiety and drive my heart racing right away, imagine perpetual bliss, only feeling warmth and love, a sense of security never amiss, riding my horse out alone with parked ears he never resist, seeing the world and only common shades of blue for the above, excited whimpers and sweet barks for simply coming home on time or not, there’s a patiently wait to give and receive affection to the luckiest humans there of, imagine continuous security, to never feel in peril, never forced to be vigilant and purely, as if my dogs offer unlimited protection to feel settled, the same way they offer unlimited happiness and playful energy, as if I’m the only one who has discovered the Cherokee fairytale Glade within nature, and I will forever feel that same blessing from my beloved animals entirely.
By Anna Holder2 years ago in Poets
The dog that saved me
Diesel, no not the fuel but my angel of a blue heeler/coonhound mix. Seven-years-old and still has the energy level of a puppy. I know it seems like everyone has a male dog named diesel, but I chose that name because when he was a puppy he never cared about vehicles, but he would always perk up when diesel trucks drove by. I got diesel from a friend who had two unexpected litters of heeler puppies, and he turned out to be the runt out of both letters and was being chewed on and drug around by all his bigger siblings. Now me being the softy that I am, I picked him up out of defense but when I put him down away from the others he just yelped and tried to call his way back up my leg into my arms again. I knew right then I was not going to leave without him. I asked my friends dad how much he was asking for each puppy, as if I am 15 years old had any extra money to spend, he looked at him buried in my neck and said, “well you’re in luck! That one just so happens to be free.” He was five weeks old when I brought him home which is earlier than normal for a puppy to be homed but that may have something to do with why we are so attached to each other, yes we not just him, because instead of bonding with his mother he bonded with me.
By Anna Holder2 years ago in Petlife