Puppy Love

“And they called it puppy love

Oh I guess they’ll never know

How a young heart how it really feels

And why I love her so”

Puppy Love song by Paul Anka

I told the kids we would never get a pet! I didn’t lie. Missy Kat is a special member of our family. I was so sure, however, that there would be no dogs, no cats – maybe a snake or a tortoise. A jellyfish tank, a fish tank. So, how did we end up with a German Shepherd? I plead the fifth. Some things just happen, you don’t ask questions. Besides, German Shepherds are amazing!

So, the other day, I got home from work, sat in the car for a while to decompress per usual… Used the two-way intercom into the house to request that the kids go on and take Missy out again and get her started eating. I was heading in, but didn’t say it.

So, in I go. The kids, who are sometimes at the door waiting for me – or in the garage knocking on the car door! That day, they just look up from what they are doing – “Hi Mommy.” No hugs, nothing! Huh? This stings a little. Did I sit in the car too long? I just stand in the hall at the opening of the mud room and the hallway, watching them get back to whatever they are doing.

But wait! Here comes Missy Kat! She leaves her food! Rushes to give/get some love, goes back to her food, comes back to give/get love, and goes back to her food! And in the process, I hate this part, she tinkles a little (which is beginning to turn into a lot because she isn’t a tiny pup).

“You know guys, I think Missy loves me more that y’all do,” I observe aloud.

My eldest, “What do you mean?” She sounds ready to argue.

My son does not respond.

My youngest nods her head emphatically. “She does. I’ve been watching.”

“Wait, so you agree? Missy loves me more than you?” I ask, stunned.

“Yes.” Her face serious. “Missy really loves you.”

“Well, what about you?” I ask.

She shrugs.

I look at the other two. “Your thoughts kids?”

“I don’t think she loves you more,” my eldest says.

“Well, she’s the only one to greet me when I come in the house. She even pees a little. Do you guys pee a little? Do I make you have to pee?” We all laugh. (Relax, I was joking. The kids knew it.)

Then I repeated what I said: Missy loves me more than y’all do.

It took us all a few to understand, we were talking about two different things! Potāto – Potãto! I still think Missy loves me more. *Smile*

*Original Photo*


    1. Thank you 😊 haha. They definitely love me more! They are my first readers and laughed all over again at the story! I don’t think my 9 year old gets it still, haha! And, yes! They grow so fast! I cherish every moment ♥️

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