Opening up your life to a dog who needs a home is one of the most fulfilling things you can do.Emma Kenney
I was sitting quietly at my desk late last night, finishing up a few little things. I still get so fatigued, and I’d needed to nap during the day, and again in the afternoon, so it made sense to complete the tasks I hadn’t done before I went back to bed for the final time before morning. My writing room is a shambles right now. The packing rug Ben used to bring in my heavy wooden office furniture is folded on the floor, there are boxes everywhere, and I’m not quite sure where to even start with setting things up properly. Still, my computer is on my desk, and that was all I needed.
The dogs came down to check me out, and I sent them back to bed, because I wasn’t going to be very long.
But Rufous didn’t want me to be alone.
He also didn’t want to get into trouble.
So, he snuck down the hall to my writing room, and when he arrived at the doorway, which is out of my line of sight, he got down on his belly and crawled into the room, very slowly, and very quietly. A total stealth ninja. He made it almost entirely onto the packing rug before I caught him. And how could I kick him out after that, when he looked so cute? After a quick cuddle he settled back down on the rug, I got my work done, and then I escorted him back up the hall and settled him in his own bed again before I went back to mine.
It makes my heart glad, to have a little red rescue dog who loves me so much.
Love, puppy kisses and late night writing, Nicole xx