Day 8

This morning, getting out of bed was TOUGH. I've been completely exhausted for no good reason I can figure out, and the dark, cool mornings make it that much more difficult to haul my carcass out of bed.

But it's the manflesh's day to be at work painfully early, and the dogs have to go out whether or not I want to get up. So up I got.

And you know? I got to the den, shambling along in my morning couture d'homeless ensemble, and one of the dogs ran full force into my shins.

I wanted to be angry, 'cos: OW. But her entire body was shimmying like an excited puppy, and she kept trying to climb into me, and give me kisses, and despite my exhaustion and being kinda cranky, I had to smile.

'Cos there is nothing quite as capable as perking up a dull, grey morning like forty-five pounds of wriggling, ecstatic doggie giving you kisses and smelling just like a doggie should.

And for that, I am immensely grateful.