I love puppy breath. Yes, it smells like skunk scent, but it’s different somehow.
National Puppy Day made me nostalgic. 
I miss the feeling of tiny wet tongues licking my face. I used to experience that every day. It was perfect heaven.
I miss the sound of roly-poly bodies tumbling after me.
I miss laughing till it hurt, because of the pups’ repeated attempts at learning.
They were as round as they were tall, and every time they tried to run they rolled over themselves.
I miss cuddling a 2-week old baby in the pocket of my sweatshirt while doing school.
Weirdly enough, I even miss cleaning the puppy barn.
It was hard work raising dogs, but the puppies made it worth my time and energy.
There’s something to be said for the unconditional love of a baby animal that trusts you implicitly. It changed me, I know. Happy Late National Puppy Day!