The Dog People Deck

One paw lifted, one door open, a whole life beginning.

Total command of every tool — the clicker, the pouch, the look.

She knows what he ate before you finished your sentence.

The birthday cake is peanut butter and he gets the whole thing.

He has opinions about leash etiquette and he will share them.

Sacred document: played well with others, napped twice, thrived.

This is devotion. This is what all the fuss is about.

Pure direction, pure will, triumphant toward the fire hydrant.

Calm hands, warm water, the smell of lavender over wet dog.

He rises slowly and greets the day like a small gray king.

Something was released and it cannot be explained or contained.

The scales require you to read the room before releasing the leash.

Suspended in the last moment of sleep, one paw away from the end.

A burger on a beach, golden light, and all the time in the world.

You have made peace with fur in your coffee. It is what it is.

He is chained to nothing. You are chained to everything.

Everything falls apart in a second because of one small brown thing.

You were gone twenty minutes and are welcomed home like a hero.

Something is out there. He is certain. You are less certain.

Joy, achieved. Four feet flat. Nothing more is needed.

The results arrive and suddenly everything makes sense.

The loop is complete. He checks on you. You are both home.