Today I am grateful that my husband is working from home. The dogs have his company all day and I have it this evening. When I get home, he will have dinner started and a cocktail waiting.
I am grateful that I have dog fur on my black pants. Dog fur on my black pants means Maggie didn’t want me to go to work this morning and laid down on my feet.
And I am grateful that when I open the door I will be greeted with lots of kisses and wagging tails. (The husband kisses but doesn’t wag his tail. The dogs do both.)
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