I had a crappy day today. Crappy is a good word for it. After an emotional upset early on, I later lost my eyeglasses and a favorite scarf. The only saving grace was meeting a therapy dog named Redon. He is an eight year old golden retriever who is in the midst of a career change. From seeing-eye to therapy. I felt better knowing that if a dog, equivalent to the age of 56 can change his habits, so can I. Redon sniffed me and wagged his tail, no doubt recognizing my own canine love on my faded jeans.
sometimes letting go of the small stuff is the big stuff
ag ~ 2015