There are weeks that seem to be endless and way too much for one person, like walking more than an intelligent distance while carrying way too heavy a bag and wearing shoes that create epic blisters. In the rain. This is one such week, and it is Tuesday.
What does a dollhouse dweller do when the whole world seems to be beating a soup pot incessantly with a ladle? She comes home to this guy.
There’s something about puppy breath and a snoogy nose that just fixes up all the things that are wrong on a given day. As long as Sherman doesn’t fart while we’re snuggling, life improves dramatically as soon as he lays his head on my knee. He’s the best kind of therapy I know of.
Let me know if you need to come over and soak up some Speckled Pup love. It helps. I promise.
I doubt I’ll ever have a day where I don’t end up totally covered in pet hair: that’s a good thing.
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