Thanksgiving break is here and life is calming down slowly. Sure, things still happen and life still throws its curves, but I get to spend some days eating, laughing, and lounging.
Being home is always great for me because I have a little dog there. She, being banished from the dorms, lives with my parents. She does crazy things while I am away like grow her hair long and sleep with all sorts of people. I have to get her back into shape whenever I return.
She has taken to me fast, like usual, and even sits on my lap as I type. Her haircut is currently half through. Her white fur is long and curly except for two spots. Her head is shaved down close and her little feet are also; this gives her a very "I'm fat and I know it" look. Once I have completed the cutting process she will look like the young, toned show dog quality that she is.
But for now, I just like to pick her up, squish my face into her side and enjoy the cotton feel that it offers.
I feel accomplished every time I come home as a wiggling and tripping dog comes barreling through the hallway trying to be the first one to greet me. Minutes are spent as I try to give her the attention I think she deserves for such a display of affection. Sounds echo throughout the hard linoleum floor of our kitchen as she tries to be the closest to me while I hug, laugh and reconnect with my family. It takes at least a day before she calms down, but I revel in it the whole time.
It is a joy to be always accepted and sought out, no matter what life is throwing around.
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