The puppies got me thinking, partly because it's an uncommon occurence to see a pack 'o puppies walk in front of your car. Even if one did approach me, I would only have let it go, but it would have been nice to pet for a moment. My pragmatism gets the better of me, and seeing how old they were, it seemed as though the little pups had survived together for a while; I'm sure they'll be fine. But I would have loved to have snuck one into my car and run back to bcprime's and asked them to hold onto to it until I left school.
When I was a little kid and got that flea-bitten and abused dog, I was elated; it never occured to me that I could have such a pet - that was something other people had. Ray was great to heve around, and Cole even slept on the bed sometimes - just like in those kids books. I also knew it wouldn't last forever, so I made sure to cherish the time I took them for granted. Many people don't do that, and they miss out on what they really like, the taking things for granted part - to do so means we're secure and trust things are safely in steady-state and can rely on them to be there.
I miss that, and as soon as I leave school, I'm going to get a dog. Hopefully, there will be some down time, and I could get a little puppy and raise it, learning it's early mannerisms so I can better understand it later. Dogs are good listeners, and I often feel like randomly talking about stuff. More than they, they really don't care, and they make a point of it sometimes, and that's a lesson worth being reminded sometimes.
Ahh, enough nostolgia and sadness. bcprime: here's the video I wanted you to see - Remind Me - Royksopp Enjoy.