Take a Load Off

Sometimes, after very heavy weeks, or days, or hours, I find that all I want to do is go out in the backyard and love on these mongrels.  They are a certain kind of gift, a kind I’m thankful for.  They can’t solve the world’s problems, or make people kind, but they can wag their tails and offer a lick or two.  And sometimes, that’s just what’s called for.

20150828_133014(They only sit this still with the hope of cheese).