Little fuzzy people running through the hall in a game of "pursuit, tag you're it," pausing for a moment, singing in serenade to a passing firetruck. The game begins again until one skids on a kitchen rug, comparing it to a runner sliding in to homeplate. The wounded one yelps, translated into, "I dont' want to play anymore; I'm tired.
     Tongues now hanging, they slurp the precious life substaining substance, not fully understanding the life actuality of water.
     Working with a limited vocabulary, they can communicate so much more than man. Look into their eyes and you can see into their souls. Fully accepting and always providing an unconditional love.
     When I must leave them at home, alone, they are always on my mind. And Needless to say, 'noise sugar prints' on my car windows as a symbol to, "Don't forget us mommy, We are home waiting patiently for your return."
     Until then, they will explore and protect their fortress with their tiny little lives. My bedbuddies of the night and my guardians by day, they are my shih zhus, furry children from God.