This week I was blessed to be allowed to hold a week old puppy. He was amazingly soft! His mama was happy to snuggle up against my side while I held her tiny treasure. After a month of deep and meaningful, this episode of light and joy was truly welcome. I simply sat and stroked the little one and reveled in the idea of a new life brought into this chaotic world. I am grateful.
"What do you call a group of young dogs that have come in from the snow? Slush puppies"