Before Puppy, the central objects of affection in our home were our two pet rabbits. Litter box-trained and spayed, they roamed our house like cats, sleeping away the afternoons behind the living room curtains. At first they ignored infant Puppy, literally running by him without so much as a glance or sniff. But as he went mobile, they could no longer pretend he didn't exist. Squealing with delight, Puppy relentlessly chases after them, desperate to smush his hands into their soft fur. He is remarkably good at catching them. The bunnies now retreat into their gated community (aka the laundry room) whenever he is around, muttering about how the neighborhood is changing.
Yet most mornings, Puppy empties out the contents of the vegetable crisper. Arms full of greens, he slowly takes the steps down to the laundry room to fill the bunnies' bowl for the day. As they nibble he carefully pokes a finger into their pen and gently touches their fur. "Ooooh," he says softly, and for a moment the three of them are at peace.
Happy Love Thursday, everyone.