“It is the motion that runs the tail of a dog.”

This line from the poem “Hope” by Lisel Mueller jumped out at me. Noche defines the word every time I sit down to pee. Seated sweetly in front of me, eyes bright and expectant, his tail thumps ever-faster as we make eye contact and the possibility that I will pet him grows ever-larger in his mind.

My dogs are a blessing in my life.