This last couple weeks haven’t been my favorites. I had a couple of setbacks and found out my grandfather isn’t doing well. It’s been tough on me. But I’ve had bright spots. I’m back to walking 2.5+ miles every day and while I’m not writing as much as I’d like, the laptop is working. I can write. I’m writing a little and making some progress.
But the bright spot has been my pup. I know she’s older and she’s slowing down. She snores louder than she used to and can’t see where she’s going. She tends to pass gas right next to me and isn’t perfect, but who is?
What she is, is loyal. She knows when I’m down and when I need a hug. She knows when I want company. She’s been there for me this last couple weeks when I needed her. I’m glad. Without her, I’d be in a world of hurt. She’s my dog. She hangs out with me while I binge watch shows and write.
She’s not perfect, like I said. She’s a champion gas passer. But she’s the best. I’m glad I’ve got her.
I realize this isn’t the longest post and it’s probably a little boring or over the top. Oh well. I needed to get this out. I needed to talk a little about what’s been going on and how I’m dealing. Thanks for reading.