Yesterday evening, I got together with family for dinner, and I brought Leo. I strapped him in the car (of course), and he was (mostly) quiet and relaxed. He enjoyed his evening so much! Well, I did, too, of course. He even let me know when he wanted to go outside (in the rain…) for, um, necessity.
Once we got home, Leo kept falling deeply asleep in my lap while I watched TV. Then, he again asked to go outside, in the constant rain, and when he came back inside I dried him off. Then I put a blanket on my lap so he’d be nice and warm (it’s cool outside). He quickly fell sound asleep (again!), and kept snoozing for ages—far longer than usual—before he jumped down and went to one of his beds to keep snoozing (and even dreaming).
I was so happy with the way he behaved last night: He wasn’t over-the-top, he was calm. He also behaved in the car there and back. And, then, he happily snoozed in my lap, which is pretty much my favourite thing. He’s a good boy.
I share this story as a reminder that despite everything, whether personal or even national, there are good times, happy times, and heartwarming stories. For me, anyway. I really don’t share such stories nearly as much as I should.
2 comments:
Re: your last sentence: indeed, yes.
Maybe I'll feel more motivated from now on.
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