I’ve been feeling pretty nostalgic lately about how big Scout is getting. I’ll have to take her to the vet soon to get weighed for her next round of flea/heart worm medication, and I am fully expecting her to be above the 35 pound mark.
Sifting through the iPhoto, I found some pictures of her from the first two weeks that we had her. While I was upstairs getting ready for work in the mornings, she would use that hour to gather up all my shoes and snuggle with them on the couch. Maybe she was doing that to prevent me from leaving. Maybe she was doing it because the smell of my shoes was familiar to her from all the times I’d praise her for going pee-pee on command in the back yard. I’m not sure why, but I loved it. I loved her as a puppy, and I am loving her as a teenager-doggie, too. I love how she runs with me, how excited she gets when I come home, and I love the fact that no matter how excited she is, she won’t jump on me, because she knows that is against the rules.
I have to limit myself at work regarding the amount of time really looking through my Flickr at her puppy pictures. I know that I can get pretty severely homesick for her. I never thought I’d feel this way about an animal–I didn’t know that her sitting at my feet while I type a blog post/study for a Nutrition final would bring me so much joy. I didn’t know it was possible, but here I am, sitting at the computer, looking over my shoulder to see if she’s chasing dream rabbits through fields, admiring how cute she is when she sleeps.
