Reserves

We gaze on the world.
A reflection gazes back
Watching as we watch.

World gazes at us,
Admiring the reflection,
Small sunlit mirrors.




I see in Moby my own dark reserve. In his hesitance to jump, to throw himself in before he's done all the calculations, made a few trial feints. His wariness balanced out with sometimes uncanny nervelessness. My own black hair when he came to us. As well as his kinship to D, his loyalty, distractible affection, constant gentleness. Both giving poor first impressions, that shield kind, consistent integrity.

In Eleanor, another side. The tendency to be very sociable on the surface, hiding a reserve of one's real self. Her sensuousness and love of touch, and anxious attitude to touch when not on her specific terms. Her persistence at friendship, then misstepping and irritating. My hair now and her fur have much the same color. She has D's ability to just do the right thing, reach out a paw, give a hug, when I would have withheld myself.

I do get D to play more.