Last week, I inquired as to when one knows they are, in fact, full of that feeling the world deems, “love.” After recieving a plethora of answers, some snarky, some sincere, some a little shocked I’d even attempt to ask such a thing, I came away a little wiser and a little nostalgic for the loves gone by. Of course, that was until I got a picture in my inbox from a buddy…He’s all mine, if I want him.
…And when you see a face like that…that is when you know you’re in love. Now, the question remains, how do I get this little slugger from the Windy City of Chicago to the Rocky Mountain region of Denver? Anyone transported a pup before? Does he get to sit on the pilot’s lap? Any and all advice needed, appreciated, and will be looked on favorably.