Tri-color English Cocker Spaniel
I liked to look into her pretty face.
Her long black ears hung down like a little girl’s
Ponytails. When she looked back at me, her eyes
Took on a certain mischief, as if she always thought
I was joking. She’d suddenly crouch and bark a dare
To play tag, confident she’d be faster. She loved to lick
Faces (and bare feet). But I didn’t love having my face
Licked, like John did, and she knew it.
So, special for me, Ayla would wrinkle up her nose and,
Eyes shining mischief, lick the air just in front of my nose,
And make me laugh.