Find yourself spirited away to the Field of Puppies.

Before you lies a vast, green expanse. The ceiling is a deep blue sky, lightly populated with fluffy white clouds that will give way to a dark, sacred night full of stars. The ground is covered with beautiful green grass, healthy and trim. And atop that grass, as far as the eye can see, are innumerable puppies frolicking in the field. All around you are wet noses, soft paws, and tiny, wagging tails.

In the Field of Puppies, the puppies are playful and frisky, but attuned to your wants and needs. Their adorable, soft barks will quiet if you quiet is what you desire. If you wish to play with them, they will be only too happy to comply. These puppies do not make messes; they smell like dreams and roses.

In the Field of Puppies, there are puppies of every breed and color. Should you wish to spend your time among Rottweiler puppies, they will be easy to find. Should you wish to play with Spaniels, seek them out. And if you wish to take a nap among a mixed group of breeds–the cutest, most adorable puppies of every shape and temperament there are–simply lie down in the cool grass. Puppies will flock to you and fall asleep on your resting body, creating a most incredibly comfortable blanket of puppies.

Return again and again to the Field of Puppies, a land of peace, warmth, and impossible cuteness.

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About John D. Moore

Writer, cartoonist, filmmaker, and student of Japanese language, literature, and cinema at the University of Utah.

One response »

  1. It's like all the puppy good, without the puppy bad. Is it heaven? Perhaps not. Is it heaven-like? Perhaps.

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