It’s a rather brutal time to be a human in these parts, but thankfully, there are doggy therapists on hand to provide exactly what is needed at just the right moment. How do they do it? Dogs seem to know when to comfort, when to distract, and when to try to lick your face off.
(And the Knight and I are fine. We’re just in a life stage where it seems every time we turn around someone we care about is suffering… or worse.)
Thank goodness for dogs and their unconditional love. But don’t worry; I squeezed in a quick walk between rain showers, a pot luck, and helping with a friend’s final affairs. I don’t know if exercise really is good for the spirit, but seeing two happy dogs sniff and jump and … be happy dogs sure can cure a lot of ills.