Spring has sprung – or almost. Technically I am a day early. That being said, Jellybean and I welcome the warm sunshine and the longer, brighter days. Our walks are becoming a bit more leisurely. The cold, bitter air that stung my face and chilled Jellybean’s little paws has become gentler and kinder to my skin and Jellybean’s sensitive foot pads. Jellybean once again has her nose to the ground following the scents of squirrels that recently scampered along our path. The furry little rabbits that zig-zagged their way across the grass left a trail of bunny “delights” for Jellybean to savor. Finches, blue jays and robins sing their sweet songs as we pass underneath the trees in our community. Jellybean lifts her chin and looks up into the trees trying to determine the source of the beautiful songs. The honking of geese as they return from their winter flight stops Jellybean in mid step. She is very curious as to the strange honking sounds that seemingly come out of the sky. Her stance is absolutely beautiful, with three feet solidly on the ground and one drawn up with paw in perfect point formation; her big curious eyes look skyward. She intently watches the honking geese as they make their way to a nearby stream. I must admit that as spring begins to make its’ appearance, I am a bit sad about one thing. It’s time to put away Jellybean’s ridiculously large wardrobe. Into her closet go Jellybean’s hoodies, jackets, snow suits, snow boots, sweaters, and pajamas. I will miss watching my little fashionista strut around the neighborhood in her fashionable garb. But alas, as much as I enjoy showing off her extensive wardrobe, I am quite cognizant of the temperature changes that are forthcoming and recognize she needs to go all natural in order to be comfortable. But all is not lost. She still has her hat collection, ball caps to be exact; there is her pink floral cap, a pink cap with white polka dots, and a beautiful lilac print cap to name a few. What little puppy doesn’t need a cap complete with a visor to keep the sun out of her eyes while tooling around in the car? I breathe a sigh of relief as I realize that although her closet will be virtually untouched until next fall, she will still be that loveable, fashion forward little pup that proudly prances her way through life.
Beverly Stiffler Smith