I came home. She jumped on me.
She was so happy. She danced around me while I kept saying things that made her blush.
Then came that kitchen moment.
I prepared the meal. I dished it into her plate. I served her and she went for it. I left.
Nine minutes later, I came to find her licking the soup and leaving the balls. She looked at me. She knew I was about to shout at her for licking the soup again. She chanted her trumpet tone and wag her tail.
In my heart, I said “that’s my chihuahua.”
I felt so much love in my heart. The irony is that she’s grown from “that” puppy into “my beautiful” chihuahua.
Now, that’s my 10,000 Spoons.
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