Honesty morning. Hard night sleep, pain in ankle. Feeling sorry for myself more than a little. But then the soft warm nose comes nudging close beside me. The big brown eyes look at me, asking, “Are you alright?” The curly warm hair on his back presses into my side as if to support me if he could.
Finnegan. My wonderful cockapoo dog.
Something good and true and admirable to think about this morning.