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For Stella

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What counts is not necessarily the size of the dog in the fight; it’s the size of the fight in the dog.

Dwight D. Eisenhower

 

My friend adopted an 11-year-old, 17 pound miniature pinscher, Stella, as well as Stella’s senior bestie and brought them home to her regal 85 pound rottweiler mix, Luke.

Stella was deaf and a few weeks earlier had lost an eye in a fight to a much larger dog. Her stitches were still in place when Stella met Luke, who surprisingly accepted the new dogs in his home. However, when Stella came near Luke’s food, he let out a roar that other dogs had always run or cowered from.

Not Stella. She reared up on exceptionally slender legs, stared at Luke with her only eye and growled right back, loud as she could, ready for action. Never-challenged-before, Luke looked shocked as he stared at this fine-boned snack-of-a-senior, and let it go. Though Stella may have been small in stature, her spirit was indomitable.

Independence Reenvisioned

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“America” by Claude McKay, 1921

Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth.
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,
Giving me strength erect against her hate,
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.
Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state,
I stand within her walls with not a shred
Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer.
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
And see her might and granite wonders there,
Beneath the touch of Time’s unerring hand,
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.

Mackey

Claude McKay was born in Jamaica in 1889.

from ShenandoahLiterary.org

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