It hit me again yesterday, like it keeps hitting me every so often – a really bad case of puppy fever. And this time I think my fever is legitimate, as I got to witness the cutest little ball of fluff on this planet, a 13-week-old bichon frisé puppy.
I bet all dog owners remember the best bits about puppies, such as their infinitely illogical behavior, like when they are prowling over their prey and meaning to jump at them but instead jump in a totally different direction and then look at you dumbfounded, as if you had anything to do with it. Or how they can fall into an outright coma in a heartbeat, even if it’s in the middle of playing.
Oh and the paws. The softest teeny tiny little paws (mind you, with razor-sharp nails), paws that despite being tiny are way too big for their size, it’s like their parents have bought them shoes they can grow into. And you know how people say babies smell wonderful? Well, try smelling puppies! Paw-dorable!
So as I watched Nala skillfully play with this miniscule furball I was once again reminded about how wonderful puppies are. Especially when you can only watch them play for half an hour and leave all the housetraining to their owners.