Also, it was my favorite sort of vacation: spending time with people I love and just talking and lazing about and doing not much of anything. MIL and I went to IKEA (FUN!) and I found a cart full of things I couldn't do without and only spent $50. We visited the grounds of a Trappist monastery near her home and it was both incredibly peaceful and joyful. I spent one evening with two highschool friends I hadn't seen in years and their significant others and that was a joy as well. And, there was a puppy.
I spent the better part of six days making friends with Boots. Boots is bulldog/Jack Russel mix, only 5 months old, and well on his way to becoming a Damned Fine Dog. In the way of all puppies, he is full of energy, a little destructive, and sneaky as hell. Everything is new and exciting to a puppy and they just radiate happiness and a desire to please. I really did want to stuff him in a bag and bring him home with me (he's from the same litter we seriously considered getting another dog from and I still think Mojo needs a brother) but I also want my MIL to keep loving me...so I didn't steal her dog. I did enjoy cuddling him a lot: this shot pretty much sums up that vacation; good stuff.

4 comments:
What a sweet puppy! Poor you with the sling, though.
I'm betting that hand in the sling was a good "here's a treat" location for that adorable pup, though!
Coincidentally, I just met a 4-month-old puppy named Boots a few days ago who was so cute he made me ovulate. I think Mojo needs a baby brother so I can get my puppy fix vicariously through you. Just think how much blog material you'd have!
I think you should all write to Dave (since he never remembers, as far as I know, to read my blog) and urge him along on the puppy-front. He's worried that my on-going shoulder injury would make a puppy too much work. I maintain a puppy in my lap would make me be still and actually rest...and therefore would do my arm (and my psyche) a world of good.
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