Could she get a bit more comfortable??
Today is Lucie’s 6th adoption day. It’s been six years of pooping, puking, fur, bed hogging, kisses, hugs, and unconditional love. All during the day, I’ve been cringing about reminicing about Lucie’s puppy days. One of my favorite stories is from our early days together. After Lucie had been home for about 3 months (she was about a year old), we had my sister’s 16th birthday party. My mom got a huge sheet cake that was half chocolate and half vanilla. After the party, we set the cake on a table in the kitchen. Several days after the party, I had to run a quick errand. I figured it would be okay to leave the dog home alone because I would only be gone for literally 10 minutes. When I got back, I walked into the kitchen and saw little pieces of foil all over the floor. I walked it further and saw it. Oh. My. God. Lucie had gotten into the cake and got frosting everywhere. The carpet had frosting ground into it. The walls were covered in speckles of white frosting. And sitting right in the middle of this mess was Miss Lucie. She was literally white from all the frosting. She’d helped herself to the chocolate side of the cake and licked the frosting off the vanilla side. Apparently, I’d interrupted her from finishing her snack. Like I said, Oh. My. God. The lesson? Never leave a puppy home alone. Ever.
