In the order they came into my life:
Kate. Dear, sweet Kate. Caring. Plain and simple. Or perhaps very complex. Kate cares with every fiber in her body. Kate showed her colors the day I brought puppy Nugget home. Her intense ritual behaviors calmed. She adored "her" puppy.
Nugget. My protector. Compassionate. Almost to a fault. I often wish he had an "off" switch. But he is who he is. Anyone, or anything, that needs protecting is where he can be found. He is a bit of a wuss. No big strong macho guy here. His heart is bigger than anyone I know. From rearing pups to rearing me...he is one of a kind.
And then there is Ginger. The pick puppy. Celebration. Her life is a happy, cheerful party. My life is one of delight as I wake each morning to converse with her cute face. She cocks her head left and right as if in full understanding of any conversation I may start with her. She is cute, calming, and a comedienne. She is as coy as they come...or wants me to think that to be true.


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