Sunday, March 04, 2012

Sunday, Puppy Sunday: Nostrildamus lives!




Amazingly, we are many weeks down the road and Nostrildamus abides, squeaker intact. So obsessed is Miss Praline with her Sacred Piggie that Chuy has taken over the beloved ball-ball. Of course, ball-ball doesn't squeak, nor does it feature the universe-swallowing nostrils, so it hardly merits notice for my fur-girlie. No matter to Chuy-- he's tucked into larking about with ball-ball with great abandon. He will haul tail to fetch the ball-ball, but he jauntily saunters back with it in an unhurried gait that will allow him to smell the roses along the way, occasionally stopping to investigate spots where merited, and to mark when necessary.

I have to say that when I wake up-- as I did this morning-- with a little furball glued to each side of me, I find myself in the most felicitous of imaginable states. No amount of wealth, success or status exists on this planet to excel the pure joy I feel with my little doggies. They are my heaven on earth.

Bless 'em! Bliss me.

5 comments:

drjim said...

Yep!
Our dogs definitely make our lives more livable.

BGMiller said...

Any chance you might have, and be willing to share, a source for those durable wee porkers?

The schnauzers in residence would appreciate a challenge.

BGM

Old NFO said...

Good for you :-) I envy y'all the stability :-) !!!

Vinogirl said...

Dogs are fab! And you seem to have two perfect examples.

Christina LMT said...

They are special pups, no doubt. I do find Nostrildamus disturbing...