Happiness is a warm puppy

As some of you may have caught on, I'm a big Peanuts fanatic and have been my whole life. For me, Snoopy is the end all be all. Was there ever a better dog? He is the reason that I begged my parents for a puppy come holidays and my birthday every year. It was the one present my parents refused to give me.

I was given a dog in college as a surprise gift. I have always wanted a white puppy named Snoopy. I got a black dachshund named Lilly (as in Pulitzer). I liked her anyway because she was soft and smelled good and just look at that face!



Upon becoming a dog owner I realized something very important. Dogs do not fly planes, write novels, befriend birds, or sleep on top of doghouses. They just don't. You can imagine my disappointment.

Lilly stayed in Florida when I moved to New York, but I'm confident that I will own a [white] dog [named Snoopy] again someday.

I mention this now because it's the time of year that I cuddle with my stuffed Snoopy in my sleep and watch Charlie Brown specials on TV. My favorite mermaid turned me onto the 60th anniversary collection of plush Snoopys that CVS is selling. I bought the 1980's one.



Each Hanukkah, I ask for something Snoopy related. This year, I've requested this comic compilation.



Charles Schulz said it best. Happiness is a warm puppy.