Be Gentle With My Baby, Please 

Under the summer sun, the grass sways lazily, carrying the scent of wildflowers. In the middle of it all sits a little soul with ears too big for his head, eyes full of curiosity, and a tongue hanging out in pure joy. His coat, a marbled blend of black, white, and brindle, catches the light, but it’s his spirit that truly shines.

This is not just a dog. This is someone’s whole world. Someone who wakes up early to feed him, laughs when he gets the zoomies, and worries when he sleeps too long. A being who greets each morning with excitement, no matter what yesterday brought.

He’s still young, still learning. The grass is his playground, the wind his storyteller, and every stranger a potential friend. But behind his boundless energy lies a tender vulnerability — the kind only those who have loved a dog can recognize. His trust is a gift, offered without hesitation, without conditions.

So if you meet him — in the park, on a walk, or in passing — be gentle. Bend down to his level, let him sniff your hand, speak to him as though you know how much he’s loved. Because you do. You can see it in the way his eyes search for his person, in the way his tail wags when they call his name.

He may be small, but his heart is bigger than you can imagine. And somewhere nearby, someone’s heart beats in time with his, silently asking, Please… be gentle with my baby.