I take Muffin dog training every Wednesday night. We join the dogs in the oval and put them through all the stuff we all religiously practice every day between sessions. The sunset last night was enough to bring a smile and Muffin’s compliance an even bigger one.
However, the smile I am relating occurred on our practice today. She was not in the mood. Perhaps I was not in the mood. We went to an oval where the smells were good, she quickly saw the remains of a ball and wanted to play. I put my freezer bag on the ground — we were going to Aldi after training. Her friend arrived and I knew training was now out the window. I let her off the lead. The dogs met, greeted. Muffin ran to get the ball. Shiloh ran to my shopping bag and lifted his leg letting forth a large stream of yellow. I thought of my lettuce being placed inside. Inwardly I my smile turned downwards. Externally I forced a smile and said “at least I wasn’t sitting on the ground.” Shiloh has managed to shower a few unsuspecting beach sunbathers. His owner and I laughed and the smile turned upwards. A gentle reminder that things don’t seem as bad if we smile.
In response to Trent’s Weekly Smile