Joy the Puppy

Last night I was so exhausted from a full week of work, a full day of continuing education and a full evening of dinner and Bible Study with our Super Wicked Awesome Group of friends…

Our Super Wicked Awesome Group of Friends

that I sat down on the kitchen floor by the back door and put my head down and cried.

I tried to explain to Russ that I was just done.  I was not sad.  I was not mad.  I was just so tired.  Yes, it had been an incredibly great week.  Yes, I loved the veterinary meeting and especially the evening with our friends.  But extroversion is exhausting for me, and even good stress is stressful, and I just had nothing left.  He was trying to understand, and even doing laundry and picking up last minute things so I could really be done.  But I just needed someone to really hear me.

Enter Joy the Puppy.  We still call her Joy the Puppy because she has not outgrown ANY of her puppy antics, the cute ones or the exasperating ones.  She bites Ebony’s ears.  She scatters the trash.  She pounces Max the Cat.  She unstuffs her toys, which is super cute, except that she recently decided the bed she and Ebony share is a giant unstuffable toy.  So this week I have been sweeping up fluff every day and shopping for a new bed to replace Joy and Ebony’s very flat bed.

Joy the Puppy walked up to me on the kitchen floor and put her muzzle under my arm.  She waited till I looked up and then licked the tears off my cheek.  I pet her ears and told her all about my day and my week.  She sat with me until I got up and wandered to bed.  She lay down next to me on her (very flat) bed with her chin on her paws and a watchful eye on me.  In the few minutes it took me to “read” myself to sleep, Joy the Puppy stood up and checked on me twice.

I love the stories of dogs who pull people out of rivers and out of burning buildings and off of train tracks as trains scream towards them.  I love service dogs and rescue dogs and hero dogs.  Last night I was “just” tired and I “just” needed my dog, and she was there for me.

Joy, I am writing this so when you tear apart your new bed, we can sit and read this together and I can remind myself how incredible and wonderful you are.  Thank you Joy.  You are the best puppy anyone could hope for and I love you.

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4 Responses to “Joy the Puppy”

  1. Kristi says:

    I love you Shawn!! That is such an easy up-lifting story! What a great reminder on why dogs are man’s best friend, do you think you could get ?Scott to see this side of dogs :P

  2. admin says:

    I love you too!! Maybe we could read it to him next time Snookie pulls a Joy stunt…I mean if she does! Maybe she is all grown up now…

  3. Dr v says:

    I so get everything you just wrote. Beautiful post! :)

  4. admin says:

    Thanks Dr. V! I have a feeling Brody and Joy would be good friends!

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