When I first brought Kiba home he was 7 weeks old; so already walking around, even if with uncertainty. I rested him down on the elevator floor minutes after first meeting him and saying goodbye to his siblings. Forever.

When we got in and as we rose through the stories, his feet slowly and evenly slid across the smooth marble tile, each one pointing to a different corner of the elevator as if being drawn by magnets. They slid until he was flat on his tummy, or maybe just “on his tummy”, because that thing was quite round to begin with. He whimpered a little which would soon contrast with his boundless confidence one day, and abysmal apathy the next.

The puppy at :19 looks almost identical to Kiba at that early age, in all regards. Seeing that puppy was heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time. This video for me is very lighthearted and heavy, very appropriate for whatever mood.