Happiness Is…

Happiness is a fuzzy bone from the Dollar Tree…

…and a stinky tug rope that nobody knows where the hell came from.

Happiness is leaving all that work you don’t have time not to do so you can play with the damn dog in the back yard.

Happiness a fogged up lens…

…and sitting in dog crap and still not getting that perfect picture you know is there somewhere…

… and being totally ok with it.

We’ve had Rosie about four months now. I still don’t understand why her first people didn’t want her, and why they’d beat her and mistreat her. She is positively delightful. It wouldn’t be home here without her.

Here’s to many more years of sitting in dog crap trying to get that photo.

“To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring – it was peace.”
Milan Kundera