Puppy Tales. And Tails.

I’m not a dog person.

I get annoyed when they bark all ferocious-like. I’m scared when they jump on me in greeting, their paws kneading me like bread dough. I’m not a fan of being licked by a giant tongue that leaves a trail of slobber in its wake.

I’m not a dog person.

On Christmas Eve, we adopted a puppy. And I couldn’t be more in love with my brown fur ball with the white socks, the pink spot on her nose and the dark tail that wags with a fervor.