Who Knew Heaven Could Have So Much Drool?

September 30th, 2008; 6:08 PM

Current mood:loved

Sitting here, typing one handed...My other hand is holding a cute, cuddly, and somewhat drooly ball of puppy. -Chihuahua puppy to be exact. She is in my shirt. Slung over my shoulder. And intermittantly, I can hear her swallow. It's like Niagra Falls in her mouth. Super-Drool. She drool's when she's nervous. (Thank god *I* don't drool when I'm nervous. ...although life would be comical.) She feels like a fur stole. Or a parrot/puppy purched on my shoulder. Her two ends are tucked in. In the front, her butt and tail are coming out of my shirt, and in the back her head is tucked into the collar of my shirt. I guess I could work on *professionalism* ...but not today. Today, I am holding a puppy. It's better than prozac or therapy. I swear..If people could just hold a puppy once a day, we wouldn't have need for silly things like war. It just instantly reduces the stress and ups the enjoyment of life.