Got some bad news today from the vet about Tia. Just trying to take it one day at a time. Look at this precious face. Isn't she a sweetheart? I've never met a dog with such a sweet disposition. She never, ever gets mean. Ever.
Each day is precious. This dog, she's not just a pet, she's a friend. Who else would bound at the door when I come home, bark with joy and lick my knees?
I've been trying to teach DH to lick my knees. No dice. Yes, I'm joking. I always try to joke when I'm sad. :-(