B & I have a dog named Molson (yes, after the beer). He’s 14 1/2. He’s 80+ lbs of pure chocolate lab love. And he’s awesome. He was originally B’s family dog – still is, really – but when B’s parents moved from house to condo, he came to live with us in CA and I’ve adopted him step-mom style. Though he’s arthritic, almost deaf and lumpy, he’s still ridiculously happy, and that enthusiasm for life and anything edible rubs off on me every time his tail wags so much I think he might knock himself over (it’s happened before).
Pet me, feed me, pet me, feed me
(and ignore the mess behind me – my humans are slobs)
This weekend, while attempting to clean out the Bermuda Triangle of crap that is our garage, our neighbors stopped by to bring the woof a bone. Not just any bone – a big fresh bone from our local butcher. Molson is a whore for attention and food. When he gets both at the same time, I start to worry he’s going to stroke out from pure joy. Between the attention from our very thoughtful neighbors and the giant bone he wouldn’t put down, he was as excited as a kid on Christmas morning. While I sat on the driveway being anti-social so I could try to capture that canine emotion with my mediocre photography skills, it made me realize that happiness can truly reside in the little things. Some affection from an unexpected source (or expected for that matter), a treat (be it chocolate or, um, a leg bone), or just sitting in the yard appreciating your surroundings.
So, the next time you find yourself wrapped up in the minutiae of life, go find a dog or a kitten or whatever animals make you happy and take pleasure in how happy they are just to see you. If you really need a lift, bring them a snack.