Most days my approach to life is entirely similar to Vegas. "Oh my gosh!!! Is that you??? I am so glad to see you!!! I have missed you sooooooo much!!" (Vegas to a complete stranger). We rejoice in dawdling, discovering a leaf in a basket of leaves, having a gentle hand pat our head (not kidding here). The cooler autumn winds are pushing the leaves about in the trees and the Wind is talking up a storm through the branches. The cardinals seem just a little hungrier than normal.
But yesterday was not a Golden Retriever day. On these sad days, I am channeling the Basset Hound - sad, sad, sad. Are Basset's ever happy? My Auntie Vera had one named Huckleberry which inspite of the happy name did not make it a happy looking dog. They are the Eeyore of the dog world. "Oh Bother.." A good cry is sometimes all it takes to get us to the next step.
Let us embrace these basset hound feelings and know that they are just a symptom of a world gone mad.
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