December 13, 1954 - The Two-Day Old Pup

When I held the two-day old pup in my lap and watched it wrap its brilliant pink tongue around the nipple of the baby bottle & coax the milk from it, I cried for pure joy. I would rather have that small, sweet living thing in my sight where I can watch it eat, sleep, grow, move & be itself than have the loveliest fur coat ever just as I would rather have a horse of my own instead of the finest diamond ring or a herd of cows or cattle rather than the most luxurious home. Having this fine litter of healthy boxer pups makes me feel very rich indeed.