This is Aries and Maverick's first official 4th of July fireworks anxiety--a night early cuz why wait to set stupid stuff off??? This complicates potty time, hang out in the living room time, and definitely night night time.
Anybody have some last minute advice? I'm going shopping tomorrow so I can pick up what is needed.
My poor babies are gonna FREAK.
I kinda knew, when we got these little lumps at 8 weeks, that they were something special. Little did I know at the time, life would throw my family a curve ball. It was the worst news in such abundance I didn't know if I could survive it. When I thought I would shatter, these little faces peered into my soul. They leaned against me, taking turns. I didn't train that in them, they just do it. I cry, I get a lapfull of concerned paws. I rant, they circle the wagons and lick me as I cry. I hug either of them, they not only allow it, but seek it out multiple times a night.
Whatever life force is out there, it knew I would need unconditional love and laughter to get thru what is before me. I know what I call that force. You may call it something else. What's for certain is, not all angels have wings.
How. How did I deserve these little angels? Life throws us all a poop encrusted curve ball from time to time. Lord knows life isn't being kind to me and mine right now, but how can I complain when I come home to the purist love known to mankind--the unconditional love of not one, but two fuzzy imps? I thank the Lord every day for my family, and for these two faces who greet me every morning with tender kisses, who greet me at the end of my exhausting day with exuberance. Dogs are what keep us sane. Keep us smiling. Aussies are especially in tune, I never knew how much my heart would need these little faces to survive life's ickiness.
Love your precious Puppy Muppets. They were sent from Heaven just for you!
Happy Birthday, Maverick, Aries, and Whisky!