Tuesday, October 7, 2008

This is love.

I've got a puppy.

She was kindly named "Tinkerbelle"; kindly because it was done in the most sincerest of all hearts. She's a 3-month-old little one, with the face of a Chihuahua and the body of a Maltese. It does strike you a little odd at first, but she grows into you and you accept her. After all, nobody is perfect.

It is true what they say about dogs. After a long and tiring day, and you just want to go home and sleep, yet you dread coming home because of all the work you still have to do, seeing that curly, tiny tail wagging like tomorrow is only a dream, and you're swarmed with wet puppy kisses, gives you a whole new energy to achieve things.

And when you're not there with her, she's constantly on your mind, asking whether she's crying of hunger, if she's secretly up to mischievous things; Is she peeing on the bed? Is she lonely? Does she miss me? And at the end of it all, you don't care because you just can't wait to see her again.

There's a certain corner in the hearts of all men and women alike that only a wide-eyed, fluffly-pawed puppy could complete.

[To my Belle: Thank you. :)]

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