I woke up about 4 am to find Chuy asleep with his head on my arm. I petted his ear leathers, scratched under his collar and his suede little chest. He is so soft and cuddly. It's different with each one, but I feel a profound connection with all my dogs, and Chuy on a soulful level.
Given the opportunity with secure environments, I think all dogs can be lovey doveys. Chuy loves to love and be loved. He is not perfect and any defect in his behavior is my fault, but he is so very dear to me.
Did you ever notice that dogs never hold their breath? They wag, eyes sparkling and tail going ninety-to-nothing, never indulging in the folly of trying to hide their enthusiasm. Good on them!
Praline has laser-like focus. She is a loving little girl who is so eager to please that I am very careful not to rebuke her rare transgressions because she feels naughty far too easily. Mochi larks about with a glee you'd never expect to find in one so neglected/abused in early life: her exuberance is defiant of what would tell her to be sad in life. Excellent!!! Then of course, there is my little Chuybaby, who will stand by the bed to be lifted up, because it's a bit of ritualized sweetness.
All these lovely little instants make me remember to savor life and not hold my breath but to take in deep draughts of air and appreciate the moment.
Thanks to my doggies, I'm daily reminded of the sweetness of life.
Can't ask for much more... :-)
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