Little Emma was just too wound up to sleep. She was keeping everyone else awake with her insistence that they could surely play for just one more hour. So my husband brought her up to his comfy chair. Immediately, the puppy pile was silent. He held her close and stroked her forehead. She was asleep in minutes.
Tomorrow, the shelter is closed. I’ll gather all my volunteers for a big play session and a thank you. I could never have done this alone. Hopefully the weather will be perfect and we can sit out on the lawn and watch the puppies experience grass.