If you had talked to me lately, it would have gone like this. Me: “Puppy. Puppy puppy puppy. Puppy, puppy puppy. Puppy! Puppy puppy, puppy. Puppy? Puppy puppy puppy…” Dot dot dot. It all started when I saw a small picture of a puppy on a dog-rescue site. I shouldn’t have been looking. We’re not ready, emotionally or financially for another dog. Holy smoke did I get fixated on this puppy! Two weeks later, she’s romping around our house like she owns it. Apparently 20+ people went to meet her, but nobody was quite right, because she was meant for my family, she was waiting for us.
Here’s Rufus Thomas with Walking the Dog.
I have a million recipes to share, and I’ll be back when I’m done with this small and delightful emotional crisis of welcoming a new puppy to the family.