Blaze at 3 weeks oldThat little diva puppy who terrorized the entire litter with the same cajole and devious attitude who was standing before me. And it struck me in a way like I had never realized before that my little girl was home. That I had witnessed her birth and the first 9 weeks of growth and here I was looking right into those same eyes again, forever.
There is no wondering or worrying or missing or hoping to see her again. She is right here and I couldn't be more blessed. Regardless of what the circumstances were for her return, she is safe and sound and with us.
If it had been up to my husband, we would have kept every single puppy and if the circumstances would have been ideal, we would have. And while the thought of having twelve dogs (mom, dad and ten kids) is a bit more than daunting, when Blaze's face flashed before me, I began to understand where my husband was coming from. I never thought I could love a dog more, until I watch them be born and have that undying willingness do anything for them.
I would divide the house ten different ways if our puppies needed to come home again. As it was, I only had to split it in two, so I can spend every day with that puppy dog face that is my Blaze.