IT’S MY BIRTHDAY

Today is my birthday.

I am twelve-years-old.

Woof!

NOUNOUS--THE IMPATIENT MALTESE

My favorite picture of my Maltese, Nounous.
He is waiting for my daughter

to come home from New York City.
The train whistles.

He searches for the train.
He waits impatiently by the car window.
The train pulls into the station. 

The doors pass by, one by one.

They are moving too fast for him 

to see his beloved friend.
The train stops.
The doors open.
He sees her.
He howls, 

pawing at the window.
He is still not sure.
He's waiting for her to walk closer.
She stops beside the car window 

and shouts,"Nounous I'm home."
He jumps up and down, 

woofing with joy.
She is home. 

WAITING FOR THE TRAIN

What are you thinking, my best friend?
Are you waiting for her
to come home from school?
Are you worried that she
won't be coming home?
Do you hear the sound
of the train whistle?
Are you getting excited?
Will life be better for you
in the next few minutes?
Life is perfect when family is all together.
Is that what you're thinking?
Yes, I think it is.
 

HELLO MY BEST FRIEND

Hello my best friend.
What are you thinking as
you stare out the car window?
Are you waiting for one of your
human sisters to come home?
Are you watching for the train?
What goes through your mind?
Whatever thoughts you are having
are definitely pure and sweet,
for you are the sweetest animal.
I love you my dear, Nounous.

WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE

I can't describe--or even put into words--how much I love animals.
Their hearts are pure.
They are like babies, always trusting and forgiving.
They never put themselves first.
They love everyone who loves them.
And that's how it should be.

My new love is my Maltese, Nounous.

He is my champion and my best friend.

WHAT'S BEHIND THE MEOW?

DO ANIMALS THINK LIKE WE DO?
THEY GET UPSET.
THEY GET MAD.
THEY GET HUNGRY.
THEY RECOGNIZE THEIR OWNERS,
BUT DO THEY LOVE US?
I BELIEVE MY DOG LOVES ME.
I LOVE HIM.

NOUNOUS--THE IMPATIENT MALTESE

This is my favorite picture of my Maltese, Nounous.
He is waiting for the LIRR to bring my daughter home from New York City.
He hears the train whistle but can't see a train.
He becomes impatient.
He sits at the window, waiting.
As the train pulls into the station, he watches the doors pass by.
They are moving too fast for him to see his beloved friend.
The train stops.
The doors open.
Watching and waiting, he sees her.
He begins to howl, pawing at the window.
He is still not sure.
He has to wait for her to come closer.
It looks like her, but he can't tell.
She is beside the car window and shouts,"Nounous I'm home."
He jumps up and down, woofing with joy.
She is home.