“And they called it puppy love…” but not that Donny Osmond song from the 1970s about young love between a boy and a girl. We’re talking about the real thing here, and as my brother used to say, with Jonathan emulating, in a somewhat breathless, distorted voice, “Puppy, Puppy, Puppy!”
My boss bought a companion for Quinn, you remember, the office Jack Russell mascot. See even less work getting done now, but, oh, what a joy! A miniature poodle Bichon mix, tan in color, who loves snuggling in tight-knit places as if bonding with its mother. Need to be cautious where we step or, “Oops!” He’s always at your feet. Fast as lightning.
No names have been picked yet, but my heart is full of love for this little guy. My little buddy. Sweetheart. Precious (doubt a male of any kind would appreciate those last two names). I’m a sucker for puppies and kittens and would rather they stay that way. That mindset alone is one way to avoid the temptation of ownership and quite an enticement it can be until I remember Dante and the mess under the pool table. Guess it’s like grandkids--nice to have around but can return them at the end of the day.
Not so sure I can leave this particular place of employment now but can add dog sitter, referee (between the two dogs), and elimination duty to my job description. Can honestly say I have never worked with a little bundle of fur either lying between my feet or wrapped around my foot. There are no words to express that feeling.
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When you decide you want your own puppy, let me know. I have a psycho-puppy up for grabs!
I have been out of blogging for awhile and haven't read all of your 17 part saga but I just read the last two posts and had to say you sound like you are in a good place. I think it is neat that you get to work where there is a dog at your feet. Maybe you should consider getting a dog. My Murphy is certainly a bundle of love - at least to me. Otherwise he takes a long time to accept you. I bet you are missing Greg. Say Hi to Adam Marley for me.
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