Worrying

and the worrying starts. It started today. The anxious feeling that pups are starting to leave and I have to say goodbye. I kiss them and hug them every day a couple times a day. I love on them and scratch their heads. I rub their bellies. And then I know it’s coming to an end and I have to hand them over and trust I have picked a good family to take over and love them the rest of their lives. A family that will teach them and have patience. A family that spend time with them and feed them and exercise them. A family that will forever call them a member of their family.