Writing prompt a story of love

Mountain Climbing Poodle Puppy

The words today come from a new source, The Sunday Whirl.... they reminded me of how lucky we are to have a poodle in our lives!!! We love our Milo-Baby!



"Throw the stick"  Milo barked at her!
"Throw it again"

His long legs ate up the ground between her and the thrown stick. His instinct to chase was stronger than his instinct to return the stick however.
He was a baby still at two. He lived life at such a fast pace, has to be the first at the door to greet the Daddy returning each night, the first to grab a treat, the first to see a dog walking two blocks away. He lives in the moment, with no plans for the future, no worries either.

This being her third dog, and second standard poodle, she had the benefit of knowing the others, and how they changed over time and their lives. She knew this was a stage and knew enough to try to view life his way while he is here. All too soon he would become more adult, and calmer with the passage of time.

get me outta here!

So now the pranks and misadventures should be enjoyed as momentary, even though she suspected he might belong to the Peter Pan club and remain a silly boy. That would be okay too... she might get peeved at the torn up papers or socks abandoned after the fun, or the stolen food from tables, but she knew he had a good heart.

gimme that fabric!

yum, socks are so nice right out of the dryer!

She thought back to her lab Chelsea, and her face so sincere looking up into her own when she returned home one day. The bags of peeps were lying across the room, and Chelsea's black face was covered in pink sugar. There was a Chelsea bite out of every thing she owned.

She remembered her last Poodle Cole running off to catch a swooping heron flying by. He ran to the house across the street to stare up at the heron on it's roof, then looked back at her as if to say, well what are you gonna do about this!?

She remembered him at age 12  chewing up her precious dance shoes out of separation anxiety and how mad she got. Then she remembered how hard it was to let him go when the cancer took over.


Perspective.

Milo is a mess, a busy cyclone of a mess leaving destruction in his wake.
 He's got a sincere face with no malice, just trust and love in his eyes. He tears through the house leaving a wake of debris, then flops onto her feet while she watches TV, curls up next to her in bed sleeping the sleep of the innocent. The bar was set high with Cole (Porter) the poodle before, but Milo set his own bar.

He is his own dog, ....and theirs

While his capers cause temporary annoyance, his good heart shines through and wins over the world.

did the sprinklers make my hair curlier?

She has learned it is better to have loved and lost than never love at all. There is room in one's heart for many loves. One never knows how deeply in love they can fall when a little puppy enters their lives. Milo has woven his life into their lives, so  completely that they are all one now, belonging together and accepting each other's quirks. They love each other, and must enjoy each stage of life as it comes. He has taught them to live in the moment, to accept love and touch, to laugh at the little things that seem big but aren't. They have developed patience and understanding. He has taught them how lucky they are to have another pup.
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