Bobbing along in an endless sea

This morning, I came to a stark realization …
Everyone on this planet talks down to me (except maybe, Boo Boo the chihuahua … )
They bend over, say I’m cute, pat my little head and mock my little legs …
But to me it’s a small matter (no pun intended.)
 
I know that I have no control of the wind (or my size … )
I don’t control what makes my little heart, beat …
I’m just bobbing along in an endless sea …
Just the same as the greatest Great Dane in California (Hey, there goes one now).
 
My size doesn’t affect the love that I can give you ….
But, worrying about it, might …
Following what other’s think is like depending on the wind …
It will make some days good, and other days not fit for sailing.
 
Aren’t we all just clay being tempered into different size pots?
So, what difference if I’m tall or short?
I’m still free to mingle with my friends …
And to say boo to my favorite goose.
 
It’s okay … You can talk down to me because that’s where I dwell …
I’ll always be down here dragging my favorite blanket behind me …
Just hoping and praying …
That I can snuggle next to you just a little bit longer.
 
I love you,
 
Annie