Yesterday, I was lying on the floor next to the sofa contemplating the meaning of life, Tim was on the sofa doing the same thing and Mandy was out seeing a client. I was getting close to a definitive answer when suddenly I heard Mandy's voice right next to us. I jumped up and gave her an enthusiatic greeting with lots of licks and tail and whole body wags. It is the first time she has snuck in without me realising. (She claims she did no sneaking.) Tim hadn't realised as well until she scratched him gently on the head. I usually hear the car or the back gate or something. Anyway, the meaning of life no longer seemed important compared to Mandy's return.
"Everybody's life really consists of small things." "A New Earth" Eckhart Tolle
Life is great when your beloved pack member returns home.
I am a curious and happy hound. I enjoy my life in Brisbane, Australia immensely. I watch, learn and comment on the world of dogs, humans and other animals. Exurberant, joyful, elegant, polite and good-looking are words many people use to desribe me, though I am too humble to use them myself.