I like the happy prance of a playful dog. When Coho sees me she bows her head to the ground, smiles, pushes her butt into the air, and then pounces up and back down again. I love it. I love how excited she gets, how happy. It's like she knows that she's mine now. I hope she knows. She's learned that it's okay to step foot inside the house. Something prior was not permitted and she was kicked very hard for doing. But now she happily walks in, tail wagging, and sits down on the rug where she belongs. I learn something new about her everyday, and I have yet to find a thing I don't absolutely adore.
