Puppy Love Volumes 1 to 13

Puppy Love Valentine January 17thJulia awoke to the feel of a cold wet nose poking her in the face. She opened one eye to stare at her adorably cute eight-month-old golden retriever puppy, Maisey, who was, unfortunately, the earliest riser on the face of the planet. It seemed puppies didn't grasp the concept of sleeping in on weekends. She scratched Maisey's ears and was rewarded with excited little puppy kisses all over her face. She laughed and sat up. "Okay, okay, I'm getting up." Maisey sat in front of her, tail wagging with unrestrained excitement. Julia had slept on the couch again the night before. Maisey seemed to like it better and there was no reason to actually sleep in her own bed. Not like some hot hunky man was waiting for her to curl up with him. Hadn't been for way too long. Ah well. At least she had her pup. Maisey bounded after Julia as she made her way to the kitchen and poured some food into a bowl. "You're lucky you're so damned cute, you know." She put the bowl on the floor and glanced at the clock. Six-fifteen in the morning. Who was up at this hour on a Saturday? She tried letting Maisey out in the yard and sneaking in a little nap until the sun was actually up, but Maisey was having none of it. The minute Julia lay back down on the couch, Maisey jumped up and started licking her face again. Julia laughed. How could she be mad at a creature that was so damned cute and lovable? "Alright. You win. What should we do?" Half an hour of wrestling around on the floor and playing chase down the hallway with the ball had calmed Maisey a bit, but it was clear she wanted more. Julia glanced at her. "You wanta go to the dog park?" Maisey started barking excitedly and running around in circles, chasing her own tail. "I'll take that as a yes." Julia got ready in about five minutes. It was just the dog park, not like she had to look amazing or anything. A simple brush through the hair and change from her pajamas did the trick. The whole time Maisey sat in the bathroom doorway watching her, big brown puppy eyes following Julia's every movement, little puppy tail thumping happily back and forth. "Ready?" Julia asked. Maisey ran to the front door and grabbed her leash off the hook on the wall. She ran around the living room, shaking her head, tossing the leash from side to side. "You know we can't actually leave until I get that on you, don't you?" Julia put her hand out and Maisey dropped the leash at her feet, waiting. Julia shook her head. Maisey was absolutely incorrigible. And with those big brown eyes she could get away with pretty much anything she wanted.