Continuing Puppy Envy

And the puppy envy continues. Bridget sent this more recent shot of her 5 little buggers. Every time I look at them, I am whisked back to my childhood, to my grandfather's dogs, to Missy, the first of his Springers who stayed in my heart, and to Sam, who grew up with me, and who walked with me and cried with me when both of us were so scared and upset when my grandfather was in the hospital. As we walked and cried, both of us, I'm certain, carrying images of his death, and sure we'd never be reunited with him, Pop was in the local hospital giving the nursing staff fits, fighting with everyone, and ultimately, climbing out onto a fire escape in his hospital gown, trying to make his getaway.

Who'd have thought that a puppy's face could bring back so much of my life? Then again, who'd have thought that a puppy's breath could hold in it everything I need to know?