Although words cannot describe the delight I feel watching Barclay romp freely in an open field, Mary Oliver’s poem comes close.
Click “The Storm (Dog)” to hear Mary’s poem read aloud on David Juda’s lovely poetry site, Voetica.com
As Mary said, “I couldn’t have said it better.”
The Calm after The Stormy Romp — Barclay and Dad
- Gordon C. Stewart, Chaska, MN, May 10, 2018.
Views from the Edge 
Barclay is precious. My Lola snuggles with me in just the same way. Love these little dogs….
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Lori, this breed is really special. Every morning and evening Barclay kisses my ear with an almost imperceptible nip. And when it’s nap time, he’ll run upstairs ahead of me. “Come on, Dad! It’s nap time!” As King Charles’s dog was bred to do, he stays by my feet at the foot of the bed…in case I get cold!
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Isn’t it?! Can’t imagine ever being without a Cavi – they are the best!
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Until Barclay came along I was certain Maggie (three quarter Westie; one-quarter Bichon Frise) was the best. She was the funniest dog I’ve ever known and so lovable. Barclay hasn’t replaced Maggie, but he’s taken his rightful place beside her.
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