a heartbeat at my feet

i don't have many memories about living in idaho as a kid, but i'll never forget one day specifically.

 all us kids were at home, causing a ruckus.

running out in the corn fields and playing baseball with rocks, or at least thats what i remember..

mom was at work, and dad had just gotten home.

i'm pretty sure i was one of the last kids to run to the front yard.

i pushed through mini crowd of siblings that had already surrounded my dad, and thats when i saw him.

the fluffiest saint bernard puppy i had yet seen in my life.

and he was ours.

whether mom knew about it or not.

we moved around, and to be honest i was too young to remember much.

but i do remember loving that dog. 

my grandparents had a saint bernard, and heck.. it might've been the same dog.

ben.

i'll never forget when he saved me from the angry goats my grandma had.

like a knight on a white horse.

well, where the fetch is my knight on a white horse now? 

i'm ready for a puppy.

A SAINT BERNARD PUPPY.

aawwwhh yeaaaahhhh.

 

 

the second i'm out of student housing for good i'm taking the plunge.