Puppies

About a week or so ago, my mom was telling me about my neice, Addy, telling my mom, "Grammy, you need a puppy for a companion." We giggled because Addy is not quite 5 and her using the word 'companion' was enough to make you wonder what words she will be using when she is, say, 10 or 12. Interesting path for the mind to take, but that isn't what this post is about. This post is about Grammy taking the advice of her not-quite-five-year old grandaughter. While mom was telling me what she was thinking about, she became excited and almost animated. Hearing that from her was so heartwarming because she has never had her own pet. We, the kids, had dogs, cats, cows, chickens, horses, coyote, and God only knows what else as we were growing up. The rule was...we took them in, we cared for them. Mom didn't have to and I guess we all assumed she just wasn't an avid animal lover like we were. Anyway - she found a dog. My brother, Stephen, saw a sign on his street announcing free Chiweenie puppies. Steve took Mom to look and she went home with a little boy dog - Baxter. He weighs in at a whopping 5 pounds and is black in color. He is super cute and follows her around everywhere. I'm thrilled she is in a place in her life where she knows what she wants and understands what makes her happy (as opposed to what makes others happy). Baxter doesn't know it yet, but my mom is the best care taker on the planet and he is one lucky little guy.