Nostalgia.

Reading over an entry from the day after we got Winston just made me flash back to the first couple of days with him. As anyone who has had an 8-week-old puppy around will tell you, they are exhausting, mentally and physically. So while Winston slept in his crate (always his safe place), I napped on the couch. I woke up a little while later to see this little puppy sitting on the floor looking up at me, checking me out. For the sake of sentiment, I’d love to say he wagged his tail at me, but I don’t remember whether he did or not. One thing is for sure — I love this dog.

Related posts:

1. Winston vs. Writing
2. The happy dance.
3. All moved in.

September 18th, 2006 Katie Alender

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