I am intrigued by the bottom of puppy feet.
The little tufts of soft fur that surround the pads.
The life print that is left in soft dirt as they scamper to chase those darn robins off their grassy domain.
The way they st-ret-ch their toes apart when you gently massage their little feet.
The unwavering trust spoken through their big brown eyes when they let you trim their nails....then fall asleep in your arms after that exhausting chore.
How they are born with proportionately big feet that they eventually grow into after you have giggled at their struggles for balance and grace.
The way they stretch their front paws out while tucking the rear legs in when settling down onto the soft carpet.
Treasured memories of precious moments.
