After a very long day spent driving, we finally brought Fletcher home yesterday. This eight week old ball of black fur already has me wrapped around his little paw. I look forward to our future adventures together.There is just something about the smell(s) of a puppy. I wish I could bottle puppy breath and sell it, for it's the only thing that heals the broken heart of a bird hunter who has lost a dog. The smell of the pup's fur is also unique and I can't seem to get enough of it. As for the few times that he has already used the kitchen floor as a bathroom, well I am even embracing that smell.
Then there are the puppy characteristics that appeal to my other senses...the softness of his fur, the sound of my daughter's laughter as she plays with Fletcher and the feel of his sharp little puppy teeth nibbling on my finger. All of these are making for a wonderful morning at our house. Yes indeed, there is nothing like bringing home a new pup.
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