Kohnan is a dog, though at times we think he’s a cat. Like when he luxuriates in the sun and, swear to God, purrs. Snout out, a rub on the rug, all two feet of him stretch, roll, vigorous arch, turn over and repeat. Pure pleasure.
I rub his tummy and his neck. He deigns to hold court on the comfy rug because he’s royalty. Devotion is his due, right? His liquid brown eyes melt me.
But when I leave the room, he foreswears sunshine for my sunless office and settles at my feet. I guess he is a dog.
Monica's Monday Morning Flash 
so sweet
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He really is!
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Monica, you are a great dog mom too. I guess understanding toddlers is a transferable skill to many pets.
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I hope it is. That might explain why I sometimes call my dogs by my children’s names. :- )
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