Daisy the basset hound was unequivocally pleased with herself when she successfully wrenched the bone away from her beagle pal. (hence the vociferously wagging tail)
Biscuit, however, promptly started sulking. But only for a moment…until the exuberant playfulness resumed.
the boundaries where one life began and another ended,
the jumping-off places between fear and possibility,
at the ragged edges of pain,
did I catch the smallest glimpse of the holy?
Jeanne Lohmann, from "Praise What Comes"