Glimmer the Third - All those Curls

Several years ago, on a chilly Christmas Eve, I heard the telltale sound of a very tiny puppy whining outside my door.  My neighbour's gentle voice shushed her, and then the door closed to the apartment across from mine.

The next morning, I heard the delighted shouts of my neighbour's little boy, along with a series of joyful barks.  The puppy had found her family.

That would have been enough to create a glimmer for me, but a few days later I got to meet the puppy herself.  She was fluffy and sweet and had so much curly fur that I couldn't tell one end from the other.  Literally.  She was just a big bundle of fuzz with four adorable furry paws.

She was delighted to find another human in her new world, and jumped up on me ready to make a friend.  Although I am generally a cat person, I couldn't resist such enthusiasm.  So I got to pet and cuddle her - not just that day, but many days after.  She was always happy to see me, and I was always ready to pet and stroke her and tell her what a good girl she was.  She always believed me, and that fuzzy little tail would go wild.

This sounds like it should be a story that ends tragically, with the loss of the precious pup.  But no - this is a glimmer, not a trigger.  That puppy is a dog now, although she never did get much bigger and definitely did not not get any less curly or soft.  She is happy with her family in a brand-new house with a garden designed for her to run around in.  And I have the memory of how she found everything delightful and amazing.  Definitely glimmer material.

(I should note that neither of these pictures are actually of that dog - I just tried to find some pics that showed how fuzzy, happy and enthusiastic she is.  It was definitely a difficult task, for she is one of a kind.)