Like We’re Dancing

Karmella always likes to know when it is Sunday, or Saturday for that matter, because it is on those two days that the people that can’t be seen are the most likely to be stopping working long enough to play and she feels a little like she is playing with them — even though she and Puggles are on the other side and they play every day because they are always doing work they love to do — so it never feels as much like work as it feels like play.

It’s still nice to know that others are playing too — it feels less like she’s cheating and more like she’s sharing her good fortune and it helps her feel a little bit less like other people don’t know exactly where she is.

Those two days always feel a little warmer even though she feels happy and warm most all of the time — especially because she has a little warm, sandy brown-colored companion that likes to be picked up any time she wants to pick him up to be snuggled. Puggles is a very warm little fella and they get warmer the longer they snuggle and they both love to snuggle and be warm so they snuggle any chance they get to do it — every few minutes unless Puggles happens to be taking one of his many little naps.

“Do you want to come with me?” Karmella calls out to Puggles. “I’m going to visit the butterflies in the vegetable patch for a minute or two to see what they’ve been up to,” Karmella informed her little sandy brown companion.

Puggles leapt a little in the air and pounced back down on his soft pad on the porch so Karmella got the message that Puggles wanted to be picked up to be carried to where the butterflies in the vegetable patch around the corner might be flying.

Karmella leapt up to the porch to pick Puggles up.

Karmella leaps a lot.

She cradled little Puggles in her arms and leapt a little a few more times to get to the garden around the corner.

Puggles, being cradled, couldn’t help but leap along with Karmella and Karmella said, “Doesn’t it feel like we’re dancing little doggy?” The little doggy agreed and they both continued to dance until they got to where the butterflies were flying around and around in swirls and up into the sky all colorful and light, flapping away with their wings and softly singing loud enough for Puggles and Karmella to hear because they also spoke the ever-so-quiet butterfly language — which sounds more like humming or a quiet breeze.

They didn’t have to ask because it is always pretty clear what butterflies are doing when they get to where the butterflies are — so they simply watched in their regular delight and didn’t try to disturb them in their airy, fairy-like, delightfully pleasant, swirling, spiral, skyward-direction-and-back-to-where-they-started flight.

“Isn’t it fun to be in Sunday?” Karmella whispered into her little doggy’s ear. “It feels like we can almost touch the other side,” she included.

Puggles snuggled a little closer and she thought he might be going to whisper something back, but Puggles simply licked Karmella’s ear.

Karmella kissed little Puggles on his nose.

“Maybe next Sunday, or Saturday for that matter, the purple-colored man will come back to see us another time. He might like to see the butterflies or dance around with you and me or maybe we can even talk him into staying. What do you think about that my little fella?”

Puggles and Karmella decided it was time to have some food so they leapt like they were dancing again together back around the corner to the porch and kept dancing til they got into the house where they were about to find something that they each wanted to eat.

She gave the little doggy a cookie while he waited for her to fix his meal.

“Everything I do is for you — my sweet little lovey dovey snuggley puppy. I couldn’t be more happy that you’re here.”

Puggles wiggled his little body with his tail while Karmella got to cooking both their meals.

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Additional Puggles and Karmella adventures here:
Something Quite Unusual
While You Sleep

While You Sleep

Yellow and red polka dots on a gray background were painted on the steps that make a stoop that leads up to the front door where Puggles curls up on his blankets that he sleeps on as Karmella dances about her garden yards doing all their chores — whistling all the while.

She has plans to add more colors or make all the dots into flowers with peace signs in some of their middles, but there are other things more pressing at the moment. There’s always more to do once all the doing’s thought to be done and what’s the point of waking up each morning if there isn’t? All the things you think are worries, are in fact the glories — so Karmella makes sure to keep more things ahead to always have a thing or two or more to have to do.

There is a covered porch that spreads out past the front door stoop that goes all around the cottage on all sides. It has balustrades and rails that are only open at the stoop stairs and the stairs at the back door as well. They have just about as much room for doing what they want to, underneath the cover of the porch as inside too.

Karmella built it that way so that Puggles can be shaded and protected from falling off the edge if he walks around looking for her when he wakes up as he does from time to time. If she catches him when he wakes up, sometimes she collects him and brings him down to sniff things and wobble around. Sometimes they’ll sit together on a grassy covered ground spot, underneath a shady tree. Puggles loves to snuggle and Karmella loves to snuggle Puggles too. Sometimes they’ll even take another nap.

Today Puggles woke up and she went up to collect him from where he was lying on his blankets near the door. She brought him down to where she’d been, he sniffed around a little, wobbled some and plopped back down again — right in the middle of a patch of grass that was directly in the Sun. Karmella stopped what she was doing just to be beside his little body while he warmed his cold old bones in the wonderful heat of their brightly shining closest star. Puggles put his whole body into it and stretched it out so every inch could get a ray. Karmella whistled softly while he drifted some into a foggy haze of happy thinking —  she could tell because his little feet were running right in place.

Karmella loves to stare at Puggles because Puggles is her favorite love.

A long time ago, one day while she was dancing, all the time whistling, he suddenly appeared at the end of a double rainbow. He was just a little puppy, wriggling around lapping and looking — she went right over to where he was to see if he wanted to stay.  It seems that there aren’t a lot of things that can manage to come and be where she is — and whatever manages to, she cherishes with all of her heart. It seems to be that only things that like to dance or whistle or wriggle or romp or dance or sing or love and be loved can manage to be in the realm where Karmella is — and only things that know or can learn their special language and sing along somehow the way they do.

She gently picked up the little sandy brown puppy and his body was plump and warm and fuzzy and he lapped her face and as much as told her with his round puppy hazel eyes and soft little puppy wiggles that he wanted to stay. And, of course, he didn’t disappear.

She held him close to kiss him on his nose.

They started their adventures right from there and from then on, he went wherever she did and danced the dance the same way with her all around the yards while they did all their chores –until the little puppy tired out enough to take a nap.

“What shall we call you little puppy?” Karmella asked before he closed his tired little puppy eyes. She said, “I’ll think of something while you sleep,” and kissed him for good measure on his little sandy-colored fury puppy face. She went and got some blankets and made a soft and fluffy bed right at the entrance to the house so that she could keep an eye on him and he could keep a sleeping eye on her. She went back to doing chores but never got too far away or if she did, she came back in a hurry. He was just a baby puppy after all.

Karmella decided to ask the birds and bees and bugs that had all managed to arrive and stay, just what they thought of the new addition and what they might think would be a good thing to call him. They all chatted for awhile, all the time that she was busy doing this, the other and that and before long came to a consensus that since he was a puppy that liked to snuggle he should always be called Puggles. They all agreed that would be the best way they would all know at any given time who they were talking or referring to. Puggles was the perfect puppy that likes to snuggle name and it was a lot shorter than saying it all, the long way.

Right about that time, the little puppy came trotting around the corner to join them and they all wondered if he knew what they’d just said. Sure enough, the little puppy did. He wasn’t very good at talking back yet, but he wagged his little tail instead — his plump little round body wiggling with it as he wagged it. It was settled — he was from then on almost always to be referred to or called Puggles. Sometimes Karmella called him My Little Lovey Dovey too. 

“Come here My Little Lovey Dovey and get a cookie.” Puggles loved it very much the times she did. That would from then on be referred to as cookie dookie time. They all liked to make up names to remember things.

“What time is it Puggles?” Karmella would ask. And Puggles would wiggle and wag and wiggle some more and she’d know that it was time for cookies. Then again, pretty much any time Puggles was asked what time it was, it was the same time all the time.

Puggles got finished warming his old bones in the Sun and Karmella got shifted by his waking, out of her memories of when he was just a puppy and they both headed back to the cottage to think about dinner. Karmella let him walk as far as he wanted to and when he stopped long enough, she lifted him into her arms to carry. Puggles lapped her face and she kissed his nose and Karmella then asked Puggles, “What shall we have for dinner My Snuggley Little Puppy?” That was another name she liked to call him from time to time. Sometime her heart was just to full to make it brief.

Puggles didn’t mind if they had cookie dookies, but Karmella said they better eat a little something more nutritious and save the cookies for after dinner as desert. Puggles somewhat reluctantly agreed knowing full well that there would be a cookie handed out for in between.

 

Something Quite Unusual is the prelude to this (what is likely to be an ongoing) story.

Something Quite Unusual