a love mauling

long day, ran late. would have called as once was my habit, but the Dopt simply won’t be answering any phones or skypeing. I don’t plan to add her to my cellular plan. bad kathy. so selfish.

needless to say I opened the truck door upon my home arrival expecting the now habitual slurpification and puppy pet fest, but instead, in her manic joy, she leaped into my lap as I was still pinned between steering wheel and seat and attempted the snoopy happy feet dance as my welcome–all 60 clawed pounds of her. it was a total love mauling.