My memory is a bit fuzzy

This must be what if feels like to be a parent. Every day when I’m at work I miss my dogs terribly. And it’s not like when I’m here at home with them we do anything extremely memorable, although that does happen. We’ll go on walks, ride over to the dog park, play in the back yard. My favorite moments, though, are rarely any of those. Sitting by the little space heater. All sleeping on the mattress in their room. Making up nicknames and singing them loudly. How they rush to the kitchen when they hear me open the peanut butter jar. Piper plopping down so I can scratch her stomach. Asia standing inches away from my face for minutes on end, waiting for me to engage. I’ll take them on walks, we’ll go dog parking, sure. But it’s the little moments doing nothing in particular that create these fuzzy, or furry, memories in my mind.1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

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