I escape upstairs for a few minutes from
unbridled enthusiasm, the excitement of every moment,
of each shoe not yet tasted, another walk pulling this way and
that so as not to miss anything, the fun of seeing if that moving
target can be snagged with sharp little puppy teeth, even more
fun if its attached to a foot.
Ah, the life of a puppy and those who love them.
puppy exhaustion, when at the end of the day, one wants
to swing a leg up onto the ottoman without dragging
a puppy with it, and so we go upstairs for a few minutes,
escaping, until she learns how to climb stairs and
then, we're in trouble.
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