It's Better To Have Loved And Lost…

When you're in the midst of loss, it's hard to believe that old saying.  We're rapidly approaching the 'lost' phase of our puppy love story.  It was easy asking people if they wanted a puppy.  Now that I have one solid owner and several possibles, it's not so fun.  I need to make the phone call to set a date for the owners to come get their little puppy.  I can't make myself do it.  I actually got teary-eyed just thinking about doing it today.  I started the text once and erased it.

Not to be ungrateful.  I am thankful to the family who is taking our little fur ball and promising lots of love, as well as to the families who are considering the others.  

It just stinks being a grown up sometimes.  My head says I can't be the crazy dog lady, but my heart says nnnnnnnnooooooooooo, you CAN'T let them go!  It's probably a good thing that I have a husband who follows common sense as opposed to a big ole pet lover's heart.

As I watch the three little babies playing and frolicking outside with their mommy and siblings, just being blissfully happy, I feel incredibly guilty that I am about to rock their world.

So before these precious little things go and I get all sad, I want to pay tribute to each of them, because they are all special in their own unique way.  Much like our human children, you love them all, but appreciate each one for who they are, and love them how they need to be loved.

The oldest of the crew and the man of the canine house is Sweet Potato Pie, whom I sometimes call Georgie Porgie Puddin Pie.  He is the lightest in color and the only one with wirey hair.  He is most like  his mother in that he likes to be by you all the time.  He gets scared easier than the girls and needs a good cuddle to calm down.  Sweet 'Tato also likes to chase the kids on their bikes and run after us as we go by.

Next born was Oreo Pie.  Named so because she is mostly dark with some white in a few places.  She has the softest hair ever, and it's longer and wavy.  Her little face reminds me of a wookie.  Little Furball loves a good cuddle, but she also likes to roll on over on her back and have you rub her tummy or scratch her neck.  Her little face peers up at you and has such sweet innocence.  She comes running to greet you when you enter her space.

 

The youngest little girl is Chocolate Pie, due to her dark color with no white whatsoever.  However, she is mostly called Fatty McPatty, as she is a big girl.  She is the bravest of all and quite the adventurer.  She is always the first to wander off, though she always comes to greet you when you come near.  She is probably the class clown, being the most playful of the group.   When she runs she bounces up and down, looking cuter than ever.

 

All of them come running to greet you anytime you come near.  Their little tails wag like crazy and they try to bat at you with their little paws and kiss you and love you.  They are the best alarms for the kids in the morning; the children actually wake up happy when the little things are sniffing their ears and licking them.  

Although I have had the joy of raising these little guys since birth, I often find myself jealous of the families that get to bring such a cute little thing into their home and be their forever families.  What joy these little boogars will bring to some lucky families' lives!

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A few days after I started this post, I brought the puppies to school, hoping to find new owners.  One little girl wanted one and when I told her to ask her mom she came running back saying yes.  She grabbed little Fatty McPatty and was going to take her home right then and there.  I squeaked, "We're not ready," and immediately began crying…in front of both Zeke and Daisy's teachers.  Embarrassing, to say the least.

And now that these sweet little things are 7 weeks old and leaving our house, Frito Pie is no longer terrified of them.  She has finally decided she likes being Aunt Frito.

God placed Lil' Punkin Pie in our lives so these little puppies would get a good start on life.  They are destined to bring lots of love and happiness to their furever families.  They did ours.