The piece I’m writing today has a dog in it.
A small white dog.
Not surprisingly, my fictional small white dog does a lot of the same things that my real-life small white dog does.
It’s been really cold here lately so I haven’t been able to get out with my pup much.
But, since the temperature soared from -19C (-3F) to 9C (48F) today, we went out for a really long walk.
And that made her smile.
Her paws and tummy turned black from all the melting muddy snow she ran and played in, but she was VERY happy to be back outside.
And that’s a good thing.
Because you know what they say, Happy Dog – Happy Life.
Or something like that.