Today, the Fluffy Puppies turned nine. Every time I think about how old they’re getting, it makes me a little sad and I wonder why people learn to love things that will inevitably die before them. It doesn’t seem very rational but I guess these things aren’t meant to be rational.
There’s a line from a chick flick (I won’t say what movie because it’s rather embarrassing), that goes, “It’s a wonderful thing, as time goes by, to be with someone who looks into your face, when you’ve gotten old, and still sees what you think you look like.” So, even though today, Bianca and Sorcha are nine years old and senior citizens in dog years, when I look at their faces, I still see the puppies I brought home so many years ago. And now you can see how someone that most people would consider practical, non-emotional, and perhaps downright cold could become a sappy, baby-talking, hugging/kissing machine when confronted with these puppies. Be forewarned: a Samoyed (or two) could happen to you.