They Call it Puppy Love

Every morning my youngest daughter wakes me up. You know how some people are morning people, and wake up eager for the day to begin? That’s my daughter. Other people welcome morning like a warden welcomes jailbreaks. That’s me. Yet each morning she scampers in the room with unbridled enthusiasm. Always going to my side of the bed always saying the same thing:

“Let’s be a puppy on the floor!”

Every morning, always the same, let’s be a puppy on the floor. And every morning, generally against by better judgement, I crawl on the floor with her, barking and yipping. I am not sure how this ritual began, and often, I am unsure why I let it continue. There are only two reasons why I endure this perpetual puppy practice:

1) I don’t think she enjoys anything in this world more than playing puppy with her Dad.

2) Some time in the not so distant future, she won’t come in anymore. Our time as Daddy puppy and Baby puppy will be through. While I certainly won’t miss the interruption of my sleep, I will certainly lament the ending of that season in our lives.

So until that day comes I will spend the first part of my day “ruffing it” with my daughter.

Next Time: It’s not uncommon, it’s not our problem.

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4 thoughts on “They Call it Puppy Love

  1. Great post, Dave! I remember loving to do this when I was a little girl. I especially loved lapping water from a bowl. I have so much to look forward to with my little Chloe!!

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  2. WHOA!!! this is awesome! my Chloe is nicknamed the “bear” because of mornings. not unlike Teddy is i tell most. they’re so snuggly, like her. it’s true, but it’s my little boy who wakes us elated– and w/o coffee’s blessed assistance. i only wake up bright and cheery to watch the adverse reactions of wifey and daughter. hilarious… and one i’m sure to regret at some point. meanwhile, GUFFAW!

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