11.16.20 // a week of scout, part I

I've been a bit stifled in my writings lately, so instead of writing about myself, my deep thoughts, or my curiosities this week...
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I'm going to write about Scout.
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A week of Scout. This is my ode to her, for her, and my observations of her.
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The confusion in your eyes is never subtle.
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You watch me with curiosity and also a small hint of judgment.
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Your long eyelashes and thick white eyebrow whiskers twitch slowly each time your big beautiful brown eyes move.
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Your personality bursting at the seams.
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To say you're not a normal "golden" feels like an understatement.
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But I'm not sure you've ever been a normal dog...
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You're hesitant when people pet you, scared when other dogs run up to you, and you'll cuddle in like a cat on top of the sofa cushions.
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I sometimes wonder where you got it from... but I know your anxieties and oddities came from me..
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Sometimes I feel guilty for giving you these curses and other times I rejoice for giving you these blessings.
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So, as you flick your eyes, which are tracing me with that confusion for my often silly movements, your judgment is laced with love.