Dirty Paws on White Knit Sweaters

Riley is gaining strength, back to her healthy self. How I love her so so much. Her sweet smile and little happy whimpers truly make my heart jump up and down with joy. Today when I walked out of the front door she came running- more so sliding- around the side of the house and up into my arms. Her dirty paws stained my white knit sweater. And her sloppy kisses left my hands wet and cold. But there’s something about her. I just have to kneel and hold her in my arms for a second. She tucks her sweet head into my chest and we sit there, curled together in a solemn happiness that only a sled dog and its dear human could know.