Spring Fever

Gael danced around. It was spring, and this caused the pup to be merry. No more cold winter, no more snow. The young pup, only 3 months old now, was giddy. He longed for the day he would be bigger, stronger. He longed for the day he would begin training. For what he knew not. He was too eager to grow up, wasting his youthful years. But surely he did act too mature for his age.

Gael loved the feeling of the stiff, growing grass under his feet. He could feel the life growing from them, feel the heart of the earth. He wandered in a straight line, no meandering for him. Gael just wanted to see what was to be seen. He didn't want someone watching him, worrying about him. Yes it was a foolish thing. Perhaps one of the most foolish things Gael had ever done. Stepping him, the pup glanced to his right. His blue eyes beheld a flower. It lay at the base of a tree; a shrub of sorts. It was a small white flower, delicate in natural. It grew in clusters, and lay upon green leaves. It was known as a dogwood. But Gael did not know the name. It just fascinated him. All plants did in fact. He loved all flora. Gentle they seemed, loving and light. Gael wished to snuggle up in their many scents and sleep away. Lying down on his stomach, his white tipped paws wrapped around the plant, he stared at it. Studying; every detail, every leaf. Time slipped away. Gael just stared on, the world forgotten for the time being.