Raise your hand if you don’t like puppies! Anyone?? I assume that none of you dislike puppies, but if I’m wrong, feel free to roll your eyes at the frequency my new puppy is going to appear on this blog in the next few weeks. That said, I won’t blog about my puppy without having some sort of mental health idea behind the entry.
The greatest thing about seeing a baby animal of any sort is that it makes you happy. You either squee with joy over its cute factor or else it is so redonkulous that it makes you laugh. You probably know which category you fit into, and you probably know that I’m one of the squeeing folk.
This afternoon I stood in line at the pharmacy, doing a mini jig and trying to contain myself from bursting out, “I AM GETTING A PUPPY ON FRIDAY!! OMFG!!!! YOU’RE ALL INVITED TO A PUPPY PARTY!!” (Yes, that’s him in this post’s picture!)
It suddenly dawned on me that I could not remember the last time I’d felt so excited about something. Sure, I recently looked forward to moving into this apartment, but I wasn’t so excited about it that I felt I couldn’t wait. I wasn’t even this excited about getting our family puppy, Milo, six years ago because I wasn’t a dog fanatic then. Milo turned my life upside down and showed me the sunrise. *Cue Angels with Harps*
Okay, stop laughing at me for one minute and think about your own life. When was the last time you stopped what you were doing to fully connect with your emotions? We often stop what we are doing to express our sadness through tears, but happiness can be so fleeting. We often only realize our happiness when it stops.