In My Dream

In my dream, I hear the sounds of thunder. Growling, gnarling, teeth gnashing in a battle to ensure each has their own. Looting and hoarding. Sounds of terror and squeals of alarm. Intimidation and threats. Bodies slammed to the ground.

Awakened. The sounds continue; the smell is unbearable.
Is this our end?
No. It is puppies at play!

Ferocious cubs. Testing out their tiny voices and might on the early path to doghood.

Four Great Pyrenees puppies to be exact.

They invaded our home when their devoted mom had finally had enough of them. When she packed their bags, they were cute little fluff balls. Now they are growing like little monsters – consuming their enclosure – desperate to get out and play.

This is Adele’s litter.

Born in a field. Found by a good Samaritan. Frighteningly, taken to a shelter where the threats that lurk are as great as the elements and predators: diseases.

We whisked them away.

Jody, our leader, kept mama and her babies isolated and closely guarded for their first fragile weeks – protected against dogs and humans with their germy cargo. Life-saving protections.

They thrived.

They exceeded mom’s patience.

And they pushed the cuteness scale off the charts – along with their weights.

They are endlessly poopy, smelly, bundles of fur – so fat, they waddle and are easily tipped by the big dogs.

They are all being treated for icky poo…leaving a trail of sticky footprints wherever they wander…and a mountain of laundry.

Chaos reigns in our home.

My husband loves them dearly but has made clear: four puppies with liquid poo – too much for future reference! (As if!)

Soon, they will be well and ready to go home – and it will be quiet again.

For now, they are a welcome if exhausting diversion from the days’ news and a reminder of all that is still sweet, joyful, and filled with hilarity and tomorrow’s hopes.

And we could all use a little of that right now.

9 comments

  1. Denise

    Beautiful story. The pups and Momma are so lucky to have the loving care and attention selfishly provided through Homeward Bound.

  2. derrycats

    They are adorable, but you can have the icky poo. I’ll take cats with diarrhea who use the litter box for it any day!!

  3. Mary Tonningsen

    OMG, those faces are just too precious for words!! Bummer about all the poop 😦 Thank you for taking good care of these balls of floof until they’re ready to go to their forever homes! ❤

      • Mary Tonningsen

        I haven’t had a puppy since I was in high school – like 1968 or something like that! I do have a cat that has chronic diarrhea, though, so I’ve experienced some of that misery, just not x 4, and no cuteness attached to it. He is a nice cat, just not good looking. Poor Roscoe! 😦

  4. Cindy Towne

    They are adorable fur balls and I understand. My husband sympathizes with yours. We are seniors and have a new 10 week old golden pup now. It was not expected so……. yes they are adorable and will be a wonderful addition to our fur family and hopefully therapy partner but we’re just getting too old for this. And as much as I love the rain it is not helping our situation with a puppy that loves the water, wet grass and mud. I’m happy for long leash lines 😉
    We are fortunate, no intestinal problems. I truly sympathize with you Audrey.

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