A streak of black, a stripe of brown,Low to the earth yet queen of the town.Freeda the dachshund, tiny but bold,With eyes full of mischief and courage untold. Her ears flop wide when the ball appears,A signal of joy, of wiggling cheers.She trembles with focus, tail like a drum—Throw it once, and watch her run. … Continue reading Poem: Freeda, the Ball-Obsessed
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Poem: Love at First Sight
The first time I saw her, oh what a sight,A warm, soft glow in the morning light.I was small, just a bundle of paws,Curious eyes, no reason or cause. She knelt down low, a smile so wide,And I couldn't help but run to her side.Her fingers were soft, so gentle and kind,I wagged my tail, … Continue reading Poem: Love at First Sight
Flash Fiction: Freedom Freeda and the Beagles Lives Matter Movement
Once upon a time in a cozy little house on the edge of Maplewood Park, there lived a clever and spirited dachshund named Freedom Freeda. She was short in stature but long in courage, with sleek mahogany fur, soulful eyes, and a bark that could rattle a squirrel right out of a tree. Freeda’s humans … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Freedom Freeda and the Beagles Lives Matter Movement
Three Things Challenge #MM91
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2025/06/15/three-things-challenge-mm91/ The three words today are: PLAY BALL BORED Freedom Freeda and the Great Backyard Adventure Once upon a time, in a cozy little neighborhood, lived a spirited dachshund named Freedom Freeda. She was long, low, and always on the go. Freeda wasn't just any pup—she was a freedom-loving, tail-wagging, grass-sniffing adventurer who hated one … Continue reading Three Things Challenge #MM91
Poem: Freedom Freeda
I walked through fire, through shadows and rain,Each heartbeat a whisper of echoing pain.Nights stretched forever, days bled into gray—I forgot how it felt to feel light in the day. Then you came, soft steps and bright eyes,A soul full of sunrise, a love without lies.Not from this world, no, not quite the same—God whispered … Continue reading Poem: Freedom Freeda
Poem: She’s Always Watching
She’s always watching—Freedom Freeda at the window,where the breeze lifts the curtainslike questions without answers. Every leaf becomes a whisper,a footnote from the trees—and she reads them all,eyes tracing the margins of the wind. She doesn’t speak,but silence bends around her,gathering stories in the foldsof her worn shawl,as if time still answers to her name. … Continue reading Poem: She’s Always Watching
Poem: Freedom Freeda Waits
She knows the rhythm, the scent, the sound,Of shoes that crunch on the gravel ground.The keys that jingle, the latch that sings—All sacred signs of returning things. The hours stretch long like the fields out back,Still, she watches the winding track.Tail a thump when a breeze rolls through,Hope rekindled in morning dew. The birds may … Continue reading Poem: Freedom Freeda Waits
Hounddog Love: Freedom Freeda’s First Trip to a Lake
Freedom Freeda is two and half years old. I have been wanting to take her to Grenloch Lake for a long time. It's only about six blocks from where I live. Sadly, because of all my health issues, I can't even walk a few blocks. I had a stock last June and I suffer from … Continue reading Hounddog Love: Freedom Freeda’s First Trip to a Lake
Poem: I’m a Strong Little Puppy
I am a strong little puppy dog,With paws that patter, never log,Through grass, I leap, through puddles I dash,A tiny bundle with a mighty splash. My tail wags high, my heart beats fast,I chase the wind, I run so vast,Though small I am, my spirit’s grand,I stand my ground, I take my stand. With ears … Continue reading Poem: I’m a Strong Little Puppy
Poem: Dog’s Love
In the morning light, a wagging tail, With gentle eyes, a joyful tale. Soft paws patter on the floor, A silent promise, forevermore. Through grassy fields, we run and play, Chasing shadows, lost in the day. With every bark, a symphony, A bond unspoken, just you and me. In the quiet night, by my side, … Continue reading Poem: Dog’s Love