remembering Guinness part one

Came across this picture recently I'd forgotten I'd shot. This was a day after this amazing and beautiful creature came into my life. She's wearing a new collar and tags, she had none when I found her waiting on the corner. The vet said she had just given birth to puppies, which is why she is so thin and has the distended black nipples. Also why she has that forlorn look: her puppies were nowhere to be found. It took maybe a solid year of consistent walking until she stopped looking for them wherever we went. That's when she conceded, yes she would become my dog. I didn't mind that it took so long, in the meantime I marveled at her form, her long delicate snout, the dainty way she would sit with front paws crossed, her slightly irregular snout. I'd never had a dog before and it dismayed me that she would bring that lovely face close to the ground to sniff pee, poop and whatever would bring her information of the dog world that was invisible to me. She loved walking in inclement weather and any time of night, one time at 3 am we stared at the perfect alignment of Moon, Mars and Venus in the inviolate sky with only the chill wind to accompany us. That year established us as a unit, we walked and strolled as one, she always leading, I thought she'd had enough difficulties in life, it was her turn to enjoy.