All it took was a one look, and one lick, and I was pretty darn sure I'd have to take him home with me. Maybe not tonight. But after a few days. After just one hour together, I felt he was the one for me. And he seemed to agree. Approaching me so playfully and lovingly, so trusting and curious. Leaving me with a love bite on my ear and a look that said, "take me with you. don't go."
Now I'm at home, imagining him here with me, seeing him everywhere I go, hearing his name in my head. Now I know where the term "puppy love" comes from.
It's a good thing I spent the past month fragrance-free, getting to know what I smell like. Because soon I'll be smelling like dog! Mmmmm, the things we do for love....
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