NO PICTURES, TOO MUCH LOVE:
We return from France, Gizmo runs from Grace to me and back again, with a visit to his dog caretaker, Darryl. He yips a pleasure yip, leaps up on his hind legs, hugs our thighs and buries his head in either our pocket or crotch. He went from me to Grace and back again, offering equal measures of love to both of us.
It was a joyous greeting with more joy to come. Any concerns about Gizmo forgetting us were erased. And it was so much fun being hugged and sniffed by Gizmo while petting and saying words of endearment over him, that I forgot to have the camera handy and there are no pictures of his loving greetings.
Later, when we wanted to talk at some length to Darryl, our wonderful dog sitter, we all gathered in the TV room. While the three humans were sitting on the couches, Gizmo went from person to person, jumping up on the couches and attempting – and most often succeeding – in pushing his nose into our arm pits. First Grace, then me, then finally Darryl – Gizmo is certainly a political animal!!
All concerns about would Gizmo remember us after a month in France and Paris were erased. Gizmo not only recognized us, he reveled in our re-appearance, gave us all the love he was capable of giving and more. And we returned that affection, although we never talked baby talk to him, thank goodness.
“A puppy is but a dog, plus high spirits, and minus common sense.” Agnes Repplier
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