Dear Harry and Sally // 8 Weeks Old

From this day forward your Indian name will be

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Big Foot

My goodness you two, I can’t wait to watch you as you grow into them(!)

It’s been a long while since I’ve done this puppy thing.  We had a late-night dinner last night, complete with candles and wine and Dean Martin serenading us over some great burgers off the grill.  A chance to finally slow down long enough to process the past few days.

It was a bit odd having a conversation that wasn’t interrupted by you, and we both found it difficult to string together a thought that involved focus, rather than the darting eyes and multi-tasking hands that come with two 8-week old puppies under-foot.  We chatted about work, family, and friends, but mostly

we chatted about the two of you

You came into a fairly controlled household and spilled chaos in every arena of our lives, like popcorn kernels exploding from a heated canister.  We were your typical married-later-in-life couple, neat and tidy, and becoming too set in our ways.

We’d finished each other’s sentences, shared the chores, and synchronized our dreams until we’d become our own family unit.  That is until March

You see little ones, in the spring our grandson Eli’s family (you met them this weekend) moved back to Iowa right around the time our beloved dog died.  We realized set-in-our ways wasn’t becoming of us, and our lives were far happier when filled with the love of a dog.

And now you’re both here, two kernels of love, surprise, and many great messes.

Certainly, it’s a change of scenery and a bit of discomfort.  But I’m positive that because of you both, our lives will be a bit loopier and messy, our i’s won’t always be dotted, and sometimes we’ll forget to cross our t’s.  But it will be a hundred times more beautiful, smudged with the paw prints of faith, courage, and

unconditional love

All that being said, there are probably a few things we should discuss

You’ve become the talk of the neighborhood, with a more than a few babysitters at the ready

Sally, we love that you sing us songs in the middle of the night, but the daytime Sweetie, the daytime would be far better

The cats, you see, puppy games really aren’t their thing, and they all have their claws

You’re doing so well on our neighborhood walks, everybody slows down, smiles, and points

It’s been forever since we’ve played the hide-the-shoe game, we’re going to win one of these days

Your water bowl Miss Sally, water bowls are for drinking, not splashing all over Harry

When in doubt, look to Z.  He’s full of zen and will show you the ropes

Sally, you’re one tough cookie, fearless and brave.  Harry, our gentle giant

We love you extra for sweet snuggles and fat puppy tummies

And for all the time we’re getting to spend in the back yard, especially at 4 am(?)

The dust-mop is for tidying up; it’s not a ride at the fair

Sleeping in our sweet puppies, it’s a thing of great beauty.  Could we strike a deal with at least 8 am instead of 6?

Welcome to our little family Harry and Sally.  Thank you for reminding us how to play, and that no one should ever let a day go by without a big sloppy kiss and a tickly ear nibble

We love you

xoxo

ps: Harry and Sally at  9-weeks old