Puppy Love

So the thoughts of getting a puppy have left me a little apprehensive. I haven't had the greatest history with dogs. There was the English bulldog that lived across the street from us growing up that ran away with my prized Cabbage Patch doll, the insane Oso who Papi felt he should take in but leave outside to terrorize us when attempting to get in the backyard after school, and scores of other dogs that jump, slobber, bite, urniate without notice...the list could go on and on. I don't like unpredictablility. I like control. I like thinking I know what will happen. I don't like thinking about the French woman that got her face torn off by a dog while sleeping. But, I knew it was going to happen. I was soon going to face an animal sharing our space. Well, our little Copper has been a stark contrast to all of my fears. He has the cutest little face on the planet, and has such a sweet temperment. The first day we got him, he just wanted to be held like a baby. He is snuggly, eager to please and just the most loving thing ever. His wrinkly little face and skin just leave me craving more of him. He cries like a baby and still is far from mastering being housebroken, but I am getting why some people love animals as much as people. He is still growing on me--I am not to the point of offering to throw myself on train tracks or anything yet for him, but he has been a sweet little surprise.