Some days, it feels like Christmas. This gift of the three shih tzus from the universe feels magical. Like the three magi, they bring so many gifts. Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh.
I imagine life without them and it feels bland, like oatmeal without butter, sugar and fruit. They, specifically Merry, Pippin & Princess Leia, bring me so much joy.
Yes, there's pee and shit, I'm trying desperately to potty train them, and sleepless nights when they whine at 3 am. But even those things feel okay.
As I watch the three puppies snuggle and wrestle, I'm so happy my heart feels as if it might burst out of my chest. And even though I just caught Princess with a dryer sheet in her mouth. And Pippin with yet another bottle cap I had to wrestle away, it's beautiful. Lovely and amazing.
My husband thinks I'm going a little cuckoo because they each have a voice. Merry sounds sweet and soft, and sometimes I call him Sodapop (a reference to The Outsiders) because he's so damn handsome, and Pippin is all cool dude, and drawl, and a pure troublemaker like Dallas from the "The Outsiders", and well you already guessed it, Princess is Cherry Valance. Or maybe Claire from The Breakfast Club, she's bougie, and it's all Louis Vuitton for her. She might even have a little Valley Girl Princess in her.
I'm just feeling all the puppy love. I may write a little book about these puppies one day, maybe part fantasy, and a smidge of reality, but for now, I'll just watch them play.
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