© 2012 Aaron Atkinson

Three for Yes

My alarm chirps in the dark of dawn. I rise and shower. After toweling off, I make my way back into the bedroom towards my dresser to select my clothes. Indie’s bed lies next to my dresser. She sees me coming, rolls onto her back and starts to wag her tail at my approach.

Black and white, she’s the color of a dawny shadow and she’s hard to see. Instead I follow the rhythmic thump-thump-thumping of her wagging tail hitting the wall. I rub her belly. She licks my arm.

“Are you having a good morning, kid?” I ask her as I rub.

Thump, thump, thump.

I hear Laura roll over in bed. Quite and gentle, her first sleepy words of the day are barely louder than the sound of Indie’s tail against the wall…

“That thumping is dog-speak for yes.”

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