My husband can be a miserable old cuss. Boy, can that guy complain! “Do what you’re good at” he always says, and I’ve heard it so many times now that it isn’t quite so funny any more. Don’t get me wrong – I love him dearly. I just wish he didn’t have to be so negative. OK – there are plenty of things in this world that could do with some improvement. The way people treat animals, for one thing. But it seems kind of counter-productive just to concentrate on the bad stuff.
And it’s kind of up to me to cheer him up, which can be challenging, to say the least. So it’s always reassuring when he comes back from the morning walk in the woods with the House Dogs, chortling over the antics of the dogs racing around out there, leaping and playing. “They had me laughing out loud!” he says. This is good!
And I think Jeta has taken it upon herself to help us out. She’s found an empty food sack, and can bemuse her big sisters and amuse me and the Grumpus by using it as a toy – from the inside! Now we have an empty one-hundred pound dog-food sack careering around the floor. Doesn’t take much to please simple minds.