#Chapter15
Was there anything better than being attacked by a fluff-hill of puppies?
It was a rhetorical question, and even before I asked it, I knew the answer: of course there wasn't!
Tiny paws hit my legs, bouncing up and down in excitement, and the tippy-tap of claws hitting the hardwood was a sweetened melody that had me cooing. Heaven, I decided, was right here.
/"Oh, look how cutie you are,/" I squealed, falling to my knees. It presented the four-legged furballs the opportunity they needed to assault me even further. My giggles blended in with their animated yapping, and my hands were everywhere, stroking tails, cuddling ears, wiggling in-between fur. /"Oh no! He's all shy, Blake./"
