knee deep in weeds

notes on a simple life

how it begins

A puppy is a puppy is a puppy.
He’s probably in a basket with a bunch
of other puppies.
Then he’s a little older and he’s nothing
but a bundle of longing.
He doesn’t even understand it.
Then someone picks him up and says,
“I want this one.” 
- Mary Oliver

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I forget how they are so full of energy and chew on everything. And even though you give them tons of chew toys, they still prefer the rungs of the dinning chairs. I forget how stubborn they can be, because the world is so new to them and they want it all right now. I forget how they murmur in their sleep and wonder if he is missing his mother, or maybe his four brothers. I forget the smell of puppy breath and the way they give kisses so generously. I forget how easily it is to fall in love. 

xo. Cathy