A pale grey whippet with yellow-green eyes diligently follows her owner’s lead. Appearing timid and submissive, she makes a swift side-swipe to grab bread crusts fallen on the floor under the cafe table. Lightly, she comes close, pet parent pausing to allow her soft nose to explore my hands. Then, I watch as that soft, long nose pokes over a tabletop in search of sweet crumbs - delicate body, gentle presence. She is tenderness - an oasis in the desert of the world’s chaos.
On Tenderness
On Tenderness
On Tenderness
A pale grey whippet with yellow-green eyes diligently follows her owner’s lead. Appearing timid and submissive, she makes a swift side-swipe to grab bread crusts fallen on the floor under the cafe table. Lightly, she comes close, pet parent pausing to allow her soft nose to explore my hands. Then, I watch as that soft, long nose pokes over a tabletop in search of sweet crumbs - delicate body, gentle presence. She is tenderness - an oasis in the desert of the world’s chaos.