Our First Kiss

Dawn made me wait for it. During the first two weeks she moved inside our home, she would just stare at me with a wary look while chewing on my shoes.

Then one afternoon, sun shining through the picture window, our foster puppy Tony and I were sitting on the floor, playing tug of war with a toy. He’s a fierce little shit, growling and yanking. We were having a big time.

At one point, Dawn moved from “her spot” on the couch to the floor, standing less then two feet away.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her getting closer than she’s ever been before. She’s still skittish as hell and something as simple as dropping the remote on the hardwood sends her bee lining it for the couch. But she was acting so brave that I reached forward, touched her snout. Her liquid brown eyes wavered then consented.

I rubbed that sweet spot dogs love right under her chin, and after a few seconds felt the softest most tentative lick on my wrist. Dawn had finally kissed me.