Every time that I’m feeling quite low, I have one thing that entirely 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 hot 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 particularly abruptly approaching his 11th birthday at this stage. He’s just as sweet plus adorable as every, despite his status as a cranky aged man. You wouldn’t know he was so aged if it wasn’t for his long, slow groans plus cute colorless face. It also helps that I toil so hard to keep him healthy plus comfortable, I suppose. My associate and I go on long hikes every afternoon plus his comfort is my strongest motivation. That’s why I’m happy my buddy and I share the same condition; being continually cold, and both he plus I are correctly covered in shivering skin. I correctly get freezing plus earn goosebumps when a draft blows by. My sweet dog, on the other hand, suffers from a perpetually chilled nose plus ears, plus correctly shakes from moderately freezing temperatures. I try to keep him wrapped up in blankets plus have stooped as low as buying him a jacket, but he still doesn’t seem warmer. I feel terrible for him, but I am happy that we’re in the same boat. It makes our hot hugs plus snuggles all the most enjoyable, plus besides, it gives me a fantastic excuse to run the central heat at condo when my hubby is being uppity about the energy bill.