Last weekend we had to say goodbye to our original baby. It became apparent that she was ready to go and we felt it was the responsible thing to do . This week we've been reminded repeatedly of how empty the house feels without her presence. Each night when we come home we don't have a wet nose greeting us at the door. We don't have a crumb picker upper after meals or her growling randomly in the middle of the night. I've even thought I've heard her barking from the basement. I was sure once she was gone I would have no desire to get an other puppy in the near future but I've found myself longing for a little fluffy friend. I long for little puppy teeth nibbling on my fingers and clumsy puppy feet slipping all over our hardwood floors. We've been offered lab puppies and an adult shepherd which were in need of homes but I'm trying to be realistic and keep in mind that our house (between the construction and Snow) is no place for a new dog right now. I happened across a picture of Shadow as a puppy. The good ole days before kids. We were fresh out of school attempting to start careers, living in a tiny little lake cottage in Euclid. We had nothing but had everything we needed.
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