the power of the puppy
i hung up the phone at work this evening and took a deep breath. the only people left in the building were a program director and our executive director. as i drove towards home, i didn't even bother with the radio. i stopped at walgreens and gluttonously satisfied my continued craving for dark chocolate. even with my bag of treasures in hand and my love greeting me at the door, something integral to my happiness was missing. it had no name but i felt the weight of it with immense force.
i collapsed, face first, down on the futon, my hands hanging down over the side and grazing the hardwood floorboards. suddenly, in the midst of my deep sighing and decompression, i was assaulted by dog kisses. two very insistent and very affectionate terriers decided, at that moment, that they NEEDED to give kisses. i must have been giving off the 'i need kisses' vibe.
there is no pharmaceutical or herbal or nutritional supplement that can approximate the giggling uncontrollably, cover your face, breathe between licks, when is she ever going to stop kissing me joy that comes from insane dog kissing sessions. and then, to have those same dogs snuggle into you and flip themselves over for well-deserved belly rubs - of course, they slip a few more kisses in for good measure.
that weight? that pressure pressing down on my heart that made it hard to breathe? it melted away with the power (and breath) of those incredible puppy kisses. even chocolate can't do that.
i collapsed, face first, down on the futon, my hands hanging down over the side and grazing the hardwood floorboards. suddenly, in the midst of my deep sighing and decompression, i was assaulted by dog kisses. two very insistent and very affectionate terriers decided, at that moment, that they NEEDED to give kisses. i must have been giving off the 'i need kisses' vibe.
there is no pharmaceutical or herbal or nutritional supplement that can approximate the giggling uncontrollably, cover your face, breathe between licks, when is she ever going to stop kissing me joy that comes from insane dog kissing sessions. and then, to have those same dogs snuggle into you and flip themselves over for well-deserved belly rubs - of course, they slip a few more kisses in for good measure.
that weight? that pressure pressing down on my heart that made it hard to breathe? it melted away with the power (and breath) of those incredible puppy kisses. even chocolate can't do that.