{"id":141179,"date":"2023-09-03T04:34:10","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T08:34:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=141179"},"modified":"2023-09-03T04:34:10","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T08:34:10","slug":"prompt-20-feeding-my-dog-a-daily-ritual-of-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/prompt-20-feeding-my-dog-a-daily-ritual-of-love\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt 20 &#8211; Feeding my Dog \u2013 a Daily Ritual of Love"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-141183\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Dog-Food-300x167.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"167\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Dog-Food-300x167.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Dog-Food.jpg 711w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Image Courtesy of Pixabay<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Each morning, as the sun stretches its golden fingers across the horizon, a ritual unfolds in my life, a dance of love and devotion. With a bowl in hand, I step into the quiet kitchen, where the soft light of dawn spills through the curtains.<\/p>\n<p>The homemade feast, a medley of flavors and scents, is carefully portioned onto her plate. Her tail, a metronome of joy, wags with eager delight as she prances around, a ballet of excitement. Her eyes, deep pools of gratitude, meet mine, and in that moment, a bond unbreakable is reaffirmed.<\/p>\n<p>With each bite, she tastes not just the food but the love that fills it. Her gentle slurps and satisfied sighs compose a melody that serenades my heart. In these quiet moments, as we share this morning ritual, I find solace and contentment.<\/p>\n<p>Morning light dawns,<\/p>\n<p>Tail wags, eyes speak gratitude,<\/p>\n<p>Love&#8217;s daily ritual.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Antoinette LeRoux <\/strong><strong>\u00a9 2023<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Image Courtesy of Pixabay &nbsp; Each morning, as the sun stretches its golden fingers across the horizon, a ritual unfolds in my life, a dance of love and devotion. With a bowl in hand, I step into the quiet kitchen, where the soft light of&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":259,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-141179","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/141179","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/259"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=141179"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/141179\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":141197,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/141179\/revisions\/141197"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=141179"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=141179"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=141179"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}