Today was an extremely disappointing day. It was so bad that the day dominated my thoughts on my way home. I tried to put a positive spin on it and reason it out but it just could not be done. I have never been known as much of a "spinmaster" anyway but this was impossible, without the help of narcotics anyway.
No matter how bad my day has been, as soon as I walk through the door, Molly lumbers into the living room to greet me. She greets me with a wag of the tail and a hip bump and a nuzzle of my hand. That lets me know that Molly is here now and it is time to put my day behind me.
She immediately wants to be taken for a walk and that in itself is very stress living. If Molly doesn't like the way something smells, then she take a whiz on it. I can't physically take a whiz on it but maybe I can take the symbolic whiz because this whole day had a bad odor to it.
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