Margaret, the seventh of the great danes

She doesn’t trust many people, but when she does they will know it.

Like an angler she'll hook you, reeling you in, the line translucent, guiding you toward her, you none the wiser. Slow and steady, she pulls you into her arms and you're not sure you're better off except that you find it's warm there, beside her. 

​You will learn, perhaps the hard way, that a simple “I’m sorry” is not a part of her vernacular. Your feelings are not her fault.
 
You'll see something shiny and visceral that draws people further into her life and its many layers of multi-tasking. You’ll see her shimmy her shoulders in perfect time with the beat. You’ll see her care enough to compete. You’ll see her forgive, and truly forget, quite easily.
 
She’ll show you her sadness. Emotions run both ways – someone so intense can feel immense joy, and know profound heartache. She is a feeling creature.
 
And so it will feel strangely right to see sadness in her, tangled up in the dance. She will teach us that it need not make us weak.
 
She is one of the boldest, and certainly the proudest, of her kind.
 
She is Margaret, the seventh of the great danes.

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