As the idea of you reached fruition, genetic makeup tumbled through space
like dice, with volitional intention.
This idea landed here with black & white markings.
The opposite of that considered normal.
Outlines of black with white, trace the marking of that which defines you.
That which defines you here in the confines concrete, and wood.
A definition of marking - not masking. Not defining you, but presenting you
with a smiling face, a wet tongue, and a tail wagging at the end of your body.
A body that contains a simple soul - the essence of love.
A body that creates movement, like art, like smiles, frowns, scratching,
and, your tail wagging at the end of infinity.