That's you, indeed. Who would have thought? I still remember that little handful of dog that we took home while returning from Scotland. You were so completely at ease with us even though you had never seen us before and we'd just taken you from the only place you'd known in your entire little life.
You pressed your little snout to the window, watching all of the cars passing us by (Tony was driving extra carefully and slowly that day – and he's a careful driver to begin with). And then, once you got tired, given the long journey, you stuck your little tiny snout into my hand, like into a socket, and went to sleep. I'll never forget that. You had my heart when you crawled across that room full of dogs and sat on my boots. But you had my soul when you did that snout-socket thing and went to sleep. I've never experienced so much trust. And I was totally exasperated, worried that I would not measure up to your expectations. Oh well, I guess I should not tell you that. :o)
A while ago, one of your friends asked me about how Tony and I found you. I remember thinking how the story would be a nice post given how it was really quite unusual. I even did a few sketches before I noticed that the whole piece would be too long for a post.
I forgot all about it, but I still have those sketches somewhere. Maybe we'll open Book#3 with that?
Yayyyy, this is a ME-WEE!!!!
That's you, indeed. Who would have thought? I still remember that little handful of dog that we took home while returning from Scotland. You were so completely at ease with us even though you had never seen us before and we'd just taken you from the only place you'd known in your entire little life.
You pressed your little snout to the window, watching all of the cars passing us by (Tony was driving extra carefully and slowly that day – and he's a careful driver to begin with). And then, once you got tired, given the long journey, you stuck your little tiny snout into my hand, like into a socket, and went to sleep. I'll never forget that. You had my heart when you crawled across that room full of dogs and sat on my boots. But you had my soul when you did that snout-socket thing and went to sleep. I've never experienced so much trust. And I was totally exasperated, worried that I would not measure up to your expectations. Oh well, I guess I should not tell you that. :o)
A while ago, one of your friends asked me about how Tony and I found you. I remember thinking how the story would be a nice post given how it was really quite unusual. I even did a few sketches before I noticed that the whole piece would be too long for a post.
I forgot all about it, but I still have those sketches somewhere. Maybe we'll open Book#3 with that?
If it‘ll make you feel better, my little bellyman could ALWAYS use another croissant 🥐. Yay 😀