Is it too soon to write about the small furries that are coming tomorrow? Should I be waiting until they are on their beds, snuggled in, with full tummies, breathing puppy breath? Should I be waiting to see what Chassie does, and how they like the courtyard, and what toys they will play with? Should I be waiting until they have been checked for fleas and had their little coats brushed and their little faces kissed?
Should I be waiting until Big Friendly has taken 90000 photos of them and we have decided for sure what they are called? Should I be waiting for later tonight, when we can’t sleep more sleeps but it isn’t tomorrow yet when we can go and fetch them and bring them home?
I am filled with overjoyedness, anticipation, nerves, excitedness, butterflies worse than any pre-performance time. I am all of these things because a brown dog puppy and her brother, a black dog puppy are coming from the SPCA tomorrow. Our home was approved by them with flying colours. We are allowed by them to have dogs. All who know us are happy too. And we are filled with love.
