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Happiness is . . . a Warm Puppy

Back on August 12th, the stray vortex struck again and brought forth an adorable little pup with big ears and flea-ridden coat. After bathing her in oatmeal to soothe her skin (she smelled like a cookie afterward,)and dosing her with wormer meds, we made a spot for her next to Tanner at Mom’s place.

Remember me? Cute, ain't I?

I put an ad on Craig’s List, sent a plea to my Facebook friends and tweeted that I had an adorable puppy that needed a home. I got plenty of responses, even drove to a trailer in the backwoods of Madison County to hand her over to a person who answered the Craig’s List ad, but couldn’t do it when I saw the house and the condition of the other critters there. I claimed that I’d fallen in love with the little mutt and just couldn’t let her go. The lady believed me, I think.

Fortunately, my niece decided her dog needed a playmate and we kept the puppy fed and worm-free until Labor Day. I washed the wiggling bundle, tied a red ribbon around her neck and went to my brother’s house for a BBQ and to hand over the be-dazzled pup to my lovely niece.

Less than 2 weeks later, the puppy is back at my house. My niece’s dog did not get along with little Kadee Bug (perfect name!) I was concerned that the pup would be damaged goods. She’s been through a lot in 5 weeks. Abandoned, befriended by a coon dog, days spent frolicking in the pond, then hauled to Springdale where she spent the night before relocating to Dallas, living in an apartment with an Irish Setter that wasn’t thrilled to have her around, then picked up by an unknown woman (thank you, Jan,) hauled to West Fork where she was handed over to me. Then, the long drive back to the farm where she was thrust among a pack of mannerless mutts.

Last night I walked into the house with an armful of puppy dreading the re-introduction process. My dogs aren’t big fans of anything that divides my attention. They all got along with the puppy before–well, Apun was grouchy on occasion–but I figured they would’ve forgotten her in 2 weeks. I was wrong.

I'm baaack!!

OMG. They’re in love. Even Apun. There was no sleep last night because when Luna, Reba and Kadee weren’t sprawled next to me in bed, they were gleefully chasing each other through the house.

It's mine. No, it's mine.

It’s my guess that the universe is trying to tell me something. Something big, screaming it so loudly nobody could miss it–except me. Is anyone fluent in Universe? I need a translation here.


Hiking With a Puppy

One Saturday afternoon back in March, I was heading into the big town of Huntsville (pop 1215) to get supplies for the hike we had planned the next day. About a mile from my house, I saw something kind of small and yellow on the side of the dirt road. When I got out to investigate, I discovered the cutest, most adorable, tick-infested puppy. Tears ran down her little nose and my heart broke. Instead of making it into town, I picked up the puppy and drove home. I spent the afternoon removing ticks. Gross!

Luna Ready for the Trail

On Sunday, Ma, my cousin, my aunt and I were scheduled to go on a hike to the Glory Hole. I couldn’t leave the new puppy all alone. She’d just gotten used to me. Besides, I have two other dogs who weren’t so sure about the addition to the family. So, we threw the puppy, now named Luna, into the car and met my aunt and cousin. Now, most folks would be annoyed by the addition of a puppy to their hiking trip, but not anyone in my family.

We drove out of Huntsville and turned onto Highway 16/21 to Fallsville. Then we were on the lookout for a red barn on the left side of the road with a large “E” on the side of it. Seriously, the barn is mentioned in every document that gives directions to the Glory Hole. Gotta love that.

Once we arrived to the parking area, Luna ran around a bit, but quickly tired. We took turns carrying her down the trail. When we got to the top of the Glory Hole, Ma decided to stay at the top and watch Luna as the rest of us descended to the floor of the holler. See, puppy provided a great excuse.

The Top of the Glory Hole

As I walked down the rocks and slipped over moss, I could hear the waterfall. It had recently rained and the water was flowing with force. Once I saw the actual falls, there was no doubt why it was named The Glory Hole. Glorious, indeed!

Truly One of Nature's Wonders

Of course, the trek to the Glory Hole wasn’t so bad–downhill and all. The trip back to the car made wasn’t so easy. Having the puppy along was a great excuse. Oh, little Luna’s tired. We must rest.

Oh, This Rock is the BEST Pillow

As I scaled the mountain and lost my lungs, I wondered if seeing the falls was worth dying for. When I got home and saw the pictures of the falls, my laughing mom, aunt and cousin and my adorable puppy, I decided I didn’t need my lungs after all. My heart is all I need.