Archive for February 16th, 2005
Wednesday, February 16th, 2005Field of Flowers
At seven weeks old, Caribou was no more than a tiny ball of black fur; barely big enough to look over the top of a buttercup.
Wednesday, February 16th, 2005Stress Relief
My day was hectic. I felt overwhelmed with all I had to do. I pulled into the parking lot of the home health agency and gathered up my paperwork. I had just started this job and already was bogged down with documentation requirements. I pushed open the door to the office and was greeted by a puppy!
The tiny german shepherd puppy lay on the carpet, a rope toy clasped between his huge paws. He tipped his head, then bounded to his feet and hurled himself at me.
“Oh!” I cried and knelt to get warm, puppy breath kisses.
“His name is Thor,” a man said, coming out of his office.
“He’s gorgeous,” I said.
Thor chewed my fingers. He wiggled his body. He covered my face with his kisses. And the stress of the day melted away.