I Remember

Before my second was born --my husband's grandmother was elderly and quite frail even then --she had a litter of about ten puppies in her garage and garden. They were forever tearing full speed ahead and wrassling and tumbling everywhere. When we went out to feed them, I said, "Don't let them trip you!" 

She said, "Oh, no, they know better than that," and sure enough, they kept their distance, trotting along behind. They sat on their little bottoms and waited patiently all in a big circle around her, scooting (backward!) out of her way as needed. I couldn't believe it, they were tiny little things. 

Well-behaved puppies --rare and just about priceless, I thought.

**Happiness is hot chocolate, a soft blanket, and a warm puppy**