When you hit it, you know it.
And so it is between puppy and human. That place of equilibrium, the point at which we intuitively understand that we accept one another and abandon qualms about living together forever. Much like a good marriage, the nagging, secret, interior questioning is pacified by a soft, durable reality. This relationship works, and yet it will require constant cultivation to keep it so, as any good relationship does.
The puppy gazes at you with her chocolate eyes in a way that suggests she knows exactly what you are talking about. You've both arrived at the sweet spot. We can count them up on one or two hands, the sweet spots we've experienced in life. A milestone, a lovely affirmation that the natural world is good, and that the Eternal One above shines down and smiles at you sometimes. I would crack open a bottle of pink champagne and toast Sugar, but I'd have to drink it alone. So I'll just have a glass of that nice Chalk Hill Chardonnay I opened last night, and give Sugar a lick of pate de foie gras off my finger. And we'll say a blessing that we've found each other and are bound together in friendship, till death do us part.
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