"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

The Little Of Oz Series

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./"

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