Some of the worst decisions in all of dogdom are justified by this line – “He chose me.”
I am tempted to make this post about why this is the case, why we want to make the acquisition of a dog a wholly emotional decision, and (further) why we want it to not just be emotional but an inexorable decision BY THE DOG in the face of which we are hopeless – because it’s ridiculous. Are we somehow thrilled by dogs who are stalkers?
But what I really want to make it about is this gorgeous bunch of Australian Shepherds thundering toward me.
I took this photo about a second and a half before that lead puppy made it to my face. This was the last photo I could take for several minutes, in fact, while I held the camera above my head and laughed helplessly as six babies chewed my ears, sucked on my hair, licked my nose, and wiggled gleefully into my coat.
Once they had all been gently detached from my person, they went running all over the place, except for one.