Puppy Love

I returned home, late last Monday, to our rental house in El Paso. 

Home is where C and my boys are. Wherever they are, that’s home. 

But I will tell you, this place, these coordinates, this latitude and longitude, El Paso feels like home to me, to us, now. 

El Paso is where we want to be. We found a (new) city to live in. 

El Paso, we want to be here. This place, for this now.  (Tomorrow, who knows.)

I returned home, two days went by - quickly. And then C left, she flew out, back to Connecticut, to attend a Family event.

I am here. My turn to play doggy parent. Tag, I’m it. Doggy Daddy. That’s me.

I miss C - again, damn it.

But still, I must tell you, compare and contrast to last week.

With our boys - dogs - I love them. I’m pretty sure that they love me. 

Lots of love going on here, even without our C.

With our boys - dogs - so much more than dogs… I Do Not feel alone.

Dog = love. It’s true. (If it is not true - then YOU are not doing it right.)

Saving grace?

Puppy love. Don’t short change Puppy love. 

Puppy love is real. Puppy love - good.

Puppy love.