I have just experienced an amazing day.
It has been so beautiful, seeing just how much a baby can actually love her pet. A has spent the entire day following Phinn around, force-feeding him food, sitting down beside him while he chews his tendon, caressing his fur. We read a book (all three of us sitting in the same chair) and after she turned every page, she leaned over me and roughly (we're still working on 'gentle') scruffed him on the neck. When she heard we were all going for a walk, although she was tired and grumpy (who was up dancing with the dog all night?) she bee-lined for the door and Phinny's leash.
She just fell asleep, after nursing, stopping every few minutes to check and see that Phinn was still lying at the foot of the bed. Right before she rolled over and closed her eyes, she looked one last time, and there he was, giving her the peace of mind and heart she needed, to drift off into dreams.
Donny and Marie: is this what they call 'puppy love'?
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