I had the most delightful afternoon this past week. I was awash in spitty kisses and a soft wet nose pressed to my cheek ...
I walked through the bottom garden carrying a borrowed small bundle in my arms and watched for butterflies. Everything was worth a close look and held in awe and wonder. Each & every moment encountered was accepted as a gift given to delight by this one small girl. A good lesson.
I gave a short lecture or two about the fat buzzing creatures going from blossom to blossom not being at all delightful if captured by mouth, and I pointed out bullfrogs in the pond that startled and hid under lily pads when discovered by my small charge of unbounded energy.
This is happiness bursting at the seams.
She is ticklish. She is a cuddlebug. She is a ticklish cuddlebug ... And if you turn away for even a moment to laugh, she grows an inch.
She will steal your heart in a beat.
This sweet thing has acquired my friend, Kate and now lives only doors down from the cottage. Izzie arrived just a couple of weeks ago to reign over her new kingdom of hearts, and I count myself to be one of her humble servants of the court. I could not be more delighted of her arrival.
I tell you ... I am living in the dream hamlet, Corgiville.
How lucky am I?
Alas, I must now take leave of you.
The Princess awaits her Kong filled with cheese & biscuit.
... And then she must be carried to the nearest sunbeam to lay stretched in it's glow, and nap for a period of time.
One needs to keep up on one's beauty sleep she claims ... But after an afternoon with, Izzie ... My theory is that she is absorbing the suns energy and storing it disguised in a suit of cute for use on each unsuspecting hooman that happens to pass by her regal self.
Be careful. She will make you want a puppy.
She will make you forget she pees on the floor.
Do not look directly into her eyes ...
You too will risk being ... Enchanted by Izzie.