Charles M. Shulz is quoted to have said, "Happiness is a warm puppy." I couldn't agree more. As most, if not all of you know, I have a seven-month-old, beagle puppy named Daisy Mae. She is a bundle of energy, and we joke that she has springs in her legs. Though she gets on my nerves when I bring her inside from doing her business, and she then turns around and cries to go out, I still love her. I don't see how you could ever look into those deep, sad, brown eyes and not fall hopelessly in love with her. My mother (Mama as she'll be referred to from here on out), made me read an article in a magazine about hunting dogs. Anyway, the writer talks about how frustrated he gets with the mistakes on the floor, and the chewing on the furniture, but then says that the time will come that he "takes up his shovel again to bury his friend, and all that will be left is teeth-marks on his desk." This, of course, made me bawl, and hug Miss Daisy all the tighter. I don't see how you could possibly trade the love and acceptance that a faithful, loyal dog will give you for all the spotless furniture in the world. I would rather have chewed shoes, and furniture, and get up every 5 minutes to take her out to do nothing more than smell flowers and chase birds, than to miss out on this "Heart-beat at my feet," this happiness that comes from having this warm puppy curl up beside me, or on my lap in the evenings. This little bundle of joy that gives me a kiss before I take her out each time. I have been blessed with the love of my family, but also with my puppy. God knew what He was doing when He made these furry bunches of love. So, love your puppy, give them a kiss and hug. I've got to take Daisy to go chase some seagulls, so until next time!
P.S. Daisy had a ton of fun chasing the birds and almost pulling me over haha.