I love dogs

Seriously. My pups now are great. They make me laugh, they make me cry, they make me tired, they make me "human." If you've loved a dog, I think you will know what I mean. There is a sign I see in catalogs that says, "There's no greater joy in life than a puppy licking your face." I have to agree. One of the happiest moments in my life was when a friend surprised me by having me lay down on her kitchen floor, shut my eyes, and then released about 8 puppies from a room in her house. They were so small and fluffy. They were all jumping on me and licking at my face, ears, and nostrils. And while I could have done without a Puppy Chow and feces scented tongue up my nose, it was a moment I will never forget. It was: joy. And, really, that moment is often remembered as my "happy place." (Yes, I have a "happy place.")

However--and being a total dog person, mind you--I saw the puppy at the cute "Puppy of the Day" link at the bottom of my blog this morning. Don't get me wrong, I would still love it, but...



AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!

I jumped.

I mean, I adopted one of my dogs because someone said he was ugly. Wait, make that two of them. Still, this little one is, uh, to quote a Seinfeld episode, "breath-taking." And it's glowing alien eyes, uh, "breath-taking" as well? Poor puppy. And poor me. I think I am going to be attacked in my dreams tonight by a glowing-eyed rat ball.

Still, if no one else would adopt him, I would.


Maybe.