Every time that I’m feeling quite low, I have one thing that absolutely cheers me up.
It’s not a trip to Starbucks for a crappy sugar-coffee or a shopping extravaganza at the local Target.
No, when I’m in need of a pick-me-up, I grab straight for my sweet puppy for an intense cuddle in his moderate fur. I shouldn’t say that he’s a puppy, really, because that’s the farthest thing from the truth. In fact, my little friend is honestly hastily approaching his 11th anniversary at this stage. He’s just as sweet and adorable as every, despite his status as a cranky old man. You wouldn’t know he was so old if it wasn’t for his long, slow groans and cute white face. It also helps that I work so strenuous to keep him healthy and comfortable, I suppose. My associate and I go on long hikes every day and his comfort is my strongest motivation. That’s why I’m cheerful my good friend and I share the same condition; being continually cold, and both he and I are respectfully covered in shivering skin. I respectfully get cold and receive goosebumps when a draft blows by. My sweet pet, on the other hand, suffers from a perpetually chilled nose and ears, and respectfully shakes from moderately cold temperatures. I try to keep him wrapped up in blankets and have stooped as low as buying him a blazer, but he still doesn’t seem warmer. I feel bad for him, but I’m cheerful that we’re in the same boat. It makes our moderate hugs and snuggles all the most enjoyable, and besides, it gives me a good excuse to run the central heat at home when my hubby is being uppity about the energy bill.