MIAGD: make it a great day
Several times throughout the night, I feel one of the dogs rearrange their position. Before long, the search for a new position ends with a slight body-slam against me, or a head draped across my neck.
I love these moments. I love knowing they feel safe, and loved.
And, I know I, am loved.
I’ve always been amazed at how quickly Logan, Flyer, Chief, Navi, Bailey, and Harrigan each immediately knew they were my kids. This particular instinct is an incredible mystery.
The first night with tiny Logan, 8 weeks, she crawled onto my chest, kneeded her prickly claws into my chest, curled up, and slept. I also thought she had a respiratory issue until Mother educated me about “the purr.”
Flyer, at 9 weeks, sat in the front seat of the car, too small to see out the windows. After a short while, she moved over to me, laid down, snuggling her head on my thigh.
In 2011, when my son and I drove left Indiana with 10 week old Chief and Navi in tow, as well as Flyer, Navi snuggled in my son’s arms. Chief, on the other hand, was in the back of the car, vomiting. However, once they arrived at The Haasienda, the snuggling with the humans began.
While driving back to Dayton with 8 week old Bailey and Harrigan, I had originally placed them in a laundry basket in the middle of the van. While chatting with Mother on the phone, I turned to check on the girls… they were not in the basket. Panic. As I began pulling over to the side of the road I spied them snuggling next to my seat. At home, after being introduced to Chief, we went upstairs to bed. The minute I laid down, the two tiny puppies scurried over to me. Within minutes, they were asleep with their heads buried against my neck and chin, where, two and a half years later, they still snuggle.
Trust is an interesting thing. Sometimes we have immediate trust, while other times, trust must grow.
But there’s nothing like a loving, snuggling dog…
Make it a great day, Folks!