Wondrous<\/p>\n
I laugh, say Gumball is helium-filled,
\nhis round and sweet body grows overnight
\nas though he will be a cartoon canine balloon
\nin the Thanksgiving Day parade.<\/p>\n
Just four months, and he is taller and
\nnearly outweighs his brother, Munchkin,
\nwho is 10 months old. Gumball\u2019s feet
\nare like couch cushions, thick-padded
\ncomfort for his bulk, his swagger broadcasts
\nconfidence, his mischievousity beyond bounds
\nfinding every missing pen and pencil, now
\ntrademarked with his razor-teeth imprint.<\/p>\n
He is cute, and not just because I say so.
\nHe\u2019s heard it, knows it, and uses it to try
\nto get away with naughtiness. I worry
\nthat as he gets older, his cuteness will be
\nshadowed by fear of Pitbulls, a breed dealt
\nwith a bad rap. There is no such thing as
\na bad dog, just bad owners. I believe this
\nwith every particle and nuance of my being.<\/p>\n
Gumball is part Pitbull, the obvious part,
\nbroad chest, stocky body, his ears still
\nflopsy-mopsy, boxy head, though he has
\nbulldog wrinkles and a soft-sloped brow.
\nHis other mixes remain a question mark.<\/p>\n
Gumball is white with chocolate syrup
\nsplotches; professionals call it liver but
\nI prefer dark chocolate on all counts. His
\nback is butterfly wings on the right, and
\non the left, a series of intersecting circles,
\nlike a collage of gumballs on a white table.
\nHe has round splotches on his head, and
\nremarkable as it seems, he has two perfect
\nhalf-circles under his eyes and corresponding
\nhalves on his upper lids. Gumball give kisses
\nfreely; it took some time to see these mysteries
\nbetween smoochie, drooly licks.<\/p>\n
But his eyes are the greatest miracle of all.
\nHazel, clear and gorgeous, the windows to an
\namazing soul, rescued from death, grateful to be.
\nAnd when I look into those kind wondrous eyes,
\nI am convinced God has hazel eyes, too.<\/p>\n
~ J R Turek
\nJune 26, 2021 Hour 3<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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