Life Is Like A Puppy

Life is like a puppy. Difficult to train in its youth. So you do the best you can. It soils your floors and chews everything in sight. And panic sets in. And you try to make it right. So it doesn't end up in a shelter. Or with people who don't treat it well. There are moments you question if will ever get easier. Then you remember that it is young. There are times you wonder if you made the wrong decision. If you should give it back. Because some people do. But that is because all they see is a soiled floor.
When things get hard I look in its large unknowing eyes asking for forgiveness. I feel its tongue that licks my tears, and its nose searching for what it did wrong. Its breath is pure as it yearns to be inhaled. Reminding me it is fleeting and will soon be gone. So I hold it close and remind myself it is fragile and dependent on only me. And I forgive.