Of course, our little yellow dog, usually leaps with such gusto that she more often than not lands on one part of anatomy or another that is a bit painful. I will let you speculate as to where she lands when jumping onto the bed to to say good morning to Pete each day. With me, it's my hands. Over the last year or two, I have developed osteoarthritis. It's especially severe in my fingers. Of course every time the little darling jumps up, she lands squarely in the middle of my left hand, which is the worst. This bends my fingers back in a direction nature never intended, sending me into orbit from the pain. I have learned not to yowl too loudly so as not to distress the poor dear. This would only cause her to jump down and run away, thus setting us up to do it all over again when she figures out I'm not mad at her.
I call her Sweet Belle in her less rambunctious times. When prompted, she gives the sweetest, daintiest little kisses you have ever experienced. These kisses could melt the heart of even the iciest Christmas Grinch. Her curly tail makes tiny little puppy wags as the rest of her body wiggles and she washes all your cares away with her pink little puppy tongue.
Yes, life might have been simpler without our Sweet Belle, but it definitely would have been colder without a warm puppy to fill our laps and our lives.
