I wonder what my dog Sundae would look like if she was a human. I bet she would have chestnut colored curls framing her freckled soft face. Oh how I love kissing her freckled nose.
Crooked teeth but a smile which melts the most stubborn of hearts. Warm brown eyes with flecks of amber tones dancing around when she looks to the light. She is a tiny little girl but athletic despite her small stature. I bet she would be the captain of her school baseball team. Sundae is smart, sweet and sassy. Although timid, she is confident as she walks or struts depending on her mood. Everything is met with amazement and curiosity. Although I bet she would get into some mischief as she grew older. My Sundae would be the ring leader of some far out crusade and get her friends into trouble. While being scolded she would look into my eyes and into my soul with eyes like my own.
Sundae would be a book worm as I was as a kid. As a dog, she loves the smell of ink on pages. Maybe she is taking in all the words as she picks up the scent. I could picture her as a real girl sitting on a comfy chair in an aging library, reading romantic stories and adventure books.
As a dog or little girl, I love watching her play outside. She keeps me active and nothing is more relaxing than sharing a sliced apple with her. I giggle as she runs around chasing a ball or Frisbee.
She is scared of thunder and fireworks. Yet she also mesmerized by the flashes of color piercing the quieted sky. Her eyes widen as brilliant sparks explode from above. She wants to hide under the covers yet she can’t because this is not the sameness she normally experiences day after day. Adventure is reflecting back at her and it commands notice. Being terrified can wait for a minute. Afterwards she would give me a petrified look and I kiss the top of her head like I do in real life, which calms her. Maybe better yet, it calms myself.
I bet she would marry her first boyfriend since she is so steadfast faithfulness. I of course would not approve, no one is good enough for her. On her wedding day I would sobbing at the thought of my girl not needing me anymore. She would give me a kiss and reassure me that she loves me and always will.
The selfish part of me would want to her have offspring, because I couldn’t imagine losing her and not have anyone else like her. Someone needs to carry on this beautiful creature’s bloodline. She would be a loving mama and would probably have five kids. I wonder if they would all have her same freckles over the the bridge of their noses. I hope they would meet each day with happiness and reflection.
While it is fun to think of her as a human, I’m perfectly content with her being my dog. She has added love to my at times stale heart. I confide to her feelings I tuck away from view. She knows all about the secret wants, needs and people I rather not see ever again. If she was a girl, I bet she would never spill the beans. There are days I dislike the world and the people in it. She gives me reason to forgive and motivation to love unconditionally. 
Karen Pilarski 