The joy of puppies

It’s easy to forget about puppies. Emmett is nearing 7, Lucas is almost 4 – and they’re both so predictable, and so reliable, it’s easy to forget the super-bouncy-ball energy of the little ones, about the mouthy, playful pacing, the insatiable desire to play, chase, chew, run, roll, bounce. It’s easy to forget about the turn-your-head-for-one-second speed at which they do things like this:

And it’s easy to forget how much fun they have with everything, just experiencing and testing out life.

My middle-aged guys tend to be tidy, perhaps a little persnickety. Especially Emmett who wouldn’t deign to step in a puddle for fear of getting his white toes soiled. Lucas is at the age where he’s still trying to hang with the young ‘uns, but his recovery time is seriously prolonged. However, throw a puppy into the mix, and even Emmett gets in the spirit. At least for a minute or two.

Oh, but I had also forgotten how puppies crash, how they play at full-speed, then zonk out equally as fast. Their little puppy feet paw at the air as they continue to play in their sleep.

It’s easy to forget about puppies, about their boundless energy, helicopter-strength tail wags, round puppy stomachs, and fuzzy puppy fur. It’s easy to forget about chasing a curious puppy around the house, pulling things out of puppy mouths, redirecting naughty chewing, and monitoring bathroom breaks.

After a full day of puppy sitting, I can’t decide: Do I miss those days or am I glad they’re gone? Either way, I’m amazed at how much I had forgotten about puppies.

Tomorrow: A BSL campaign update and two big giveaways!