Gift number eight:
Puppy breath. Tiny tiny puppy tongue licking my face and my nose and permeating its salty scent into my nostrils. I love puppies. They are a gift and, honestly, who doesn’t love a 7 week old floppy, bendy, fluffy, bony bundle of pure love. When one of the Quest leaders brought sweet Ella, a sweet sweet golden-something
(?) mix, I thought every girl in the room was going to melt into a puppy-puddle on the floor. Lord knows my heart turned into a stick of butter, softened to the perfection necessary to cream with sugar and be crafted into a chocolatey chipped circle of goodness.
I’m clearly getting a little wordy and going off into la-la land. That is just what puppies do to you. And my reaction to this puppy-love appeared stoic compared to some of the boys in the room. Oh my good puppy-giving Lord! Never have I ever seen boys swoon more. Note to self: get a puppy. Valentine’s Day is soon, after all.