Tale of Ginji, part 2

He's just tried to fold himself into my lap.
Long legs, long body, elbows akimbo,
long face, blue eyes still full of love.
I rub a spot between the juncture of his ears and skull
His eyes slip to half mast, he sighs.
Seven months tomorrow.
Such moments are rare.

He's found his voice and his maleness.
Prowl, prowl, prowl, test.
Food, females, open spaces to flex
his beautiful body, inflate his
expanding chest -- that's what he wants.
The drive to dominate everything
fuels him.
Such a primal beast.


Such a tender beast.
By bedtime, he's a puppy again
Curling himself near me,
resting his head just so.
Icy blue eyes fixed on me,

willing to obey my every command:
"Crate, Ginsberg."
One pleading look upwards,
and then he enters his den for the night.


Morning.
He emerges from
this den still a puppy.
Two big stretches.
One for the back half,
one for the front half
He smiles with his eyes, his ears.
He wiggles.
Good morning kisses on my hands, my face
Big maw of his mouth on my hands.
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Leash, plastic bag, and out we go.


But he still doesn't lift his leg.

I hope it stays that way just a little longer

But I have my doubts 

as well as my joy.