Yeah, I pushed my luck this morning. My husband has never liked the idea of a dog on the bed, so Pepper has generally kept to her bed on the floor at the end of my side of the bed. Just recently, I started letting her up--at first only on my side near the edge (where she never stayed for long) and then on the other side of me (on my flannel blanket)--where she was more content to settle down, relax, and snooze as I read. So this morning we were enjoying the peaceful quiet of the bedroom and I heard my husband approaching. Pepper, sound asleep, was slow to wake up and respond to my "Get off the Bed!" so we were caught. Not a happy camper, my husband was unusually "not so bad" about the situation. He only made a couple of snarky remarks as the morning progressed. But I'm betting that we'd better behave for now. So why is it that having Pepper next to me on the bed is such a comfort? I'm not sure--but it is.
Costco was a zoo today but I plugged along to pick up some veggies and coupon items. At the check out the lady in front of me put a separator on the belt so I could begin loading my stuff. I gave her a grin and said, "Thanks!" A moment later she caught my attention, gave me a grin, and said, "You would have done the same for me." And I said, "You betcha--a little kindness makes the world a better place." After that we enjoyed some bantering with each other and the check-out clerk. It was a small but nifty feel-good interaction. And things like that are one reason I'm glad that
life goes on!
It had to happen, sooner or later!
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