The thunder is booming outside, rattling and shattering our peace. The lightning is fiercely piercing our windows. But it’s still too quiet. Because Kleiny girl isn’t barking at every grumble. There’s no whimpering from the bathtub. No one yelling for her to stop. No pacing up and down the floor, nails click-clacking, pace increasing as the thunder rumbles closer. I miss my sweet Kleinerhund, tiny puppy girl, sweet Kleinybear. The thunder must be her, just saying hi. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
alison e. curtis, photographer
Southern Maryland Photographer