Sunday, February 24, 2013

I just love that moment when......

.....I come home from some activity that didn't include the dogs,  and my newly adopted furbuddy hurtles to the door and practically throws himself or herself in my arms for the very first time.  I vividly remember the first time Caleb did that, and Sadie, and Belle and Oliver and Eddie.

It is that moment which tells me the dog has successfully managed the transition from a previous caregiver to me.

And today, little Mitzi did just that.

I had just finished a volunteer shift at the theatre.   When I've returned from previous absences,  Eddie gives me a most effusive greeting, but Mitzi has remained in her open-doored crate in the mudroom until I invite her out for a cookie.  Not so, today.

I had no sooner turned the key and opened the door a crack than an eight pound white fluffball came flying through the air and tackled me just below the knees.  Then she stood on her back tippy-toes and reached up my leg as hiiiiiigh as she could to make sure I saw her there.  Then she spun in circles, barked happy hellos, tried to climb up my leg again, and bounced around like a kid on a pogo stick.

Mitzi has claimed me as her Very Own Person.  Her Mama Jean.  The centre of her world.

And I couldn't be happier.

Actually, it was just because you were late with mah dinner!


georgia little pea said...

Awww...sweet. That didn't take long at all. I think you must be a natural dog mom. Georgia still doesn't stand on her tippy toes and spin for me haha. Welcome home, Mitzi! X

Marie said...

Isn't it warm and welcoming? Yes, Mitzi has indeed accepted her new Mom and her new home - good for her and good for you! Mama Jean!!!