A Masterpiece

Pooka came from a farm in Chaparral. Dad and I almost snatched one of the lively pups bouncing around us when the owner presented Pooka, sporting Brillo pad hair, a possum tail, beady eyes, and tiny ears. I secretly wondered if she was all dog. I blurted, “Just what I want!” The lady, caught off guard, responded, “She is?” Relieved, she handed me the pup. Dad laughed, shaking his head while I embraced Pooka. She developed a luxurious coat, a pleasure to touch. Her ears blossomed. Her eyes became loving orbs. Her tail plumed into a masterpiece. Pooka became glorious.—Joyce Whiteside