I took a road trip this week with a good friend of mine, expressly for the purpose of picking up his new puppy. We drove from San Francisco to just over the Oregon border to pick up and immediately fall in love with this little bundle of joy:
Cute, right? I’m already in love with his soft little paws, his wrinkly little face, and his big ol’ eyes. Yes, I spent 12 hours in the car to cuddle with this guy. Oh, and to hang out with my friend that I almost never get to see. Spending those hours in the car were magical, and not only because the scenery in Northern California and Oregon is astonishingly beautiful, and not only because road trips are clearly an excuse to eat Sour Patch Kids and Cheddar and Sour Cream potato chips in disgusting quantities, but especially because of the quality time with my friend and his new puppy.
Both of our phones died early on into the trip, so there wasn’t even an option to distract ourselves with email or Facebook. Instead, we caught up on each others’ lives, talked about our families’ goings-on, and learned about our respective histories in squirrel-eating and obsessive tv show watching.
Today, I’m heading to yoga, because my body is mad at me for spending 12 hours in the car.
My soul? Not so much. She’s pleased as punch.
And, to be completely honest, I’m also writing this post for the sole purpose of sharing gratuitous puppy photos.
Can you blame me?