I wasn’t particularly looking forward to this past weekend. At least not to one part of it. Without getting into the gory details, suffice it to say that it involved heavier lifting than my body needed (but I guess the meds kicked in); rat droppings; chilled-to-the-bone fingers and a smelly shed.
But, leave it to life to send in the clowns (and angels!) when you need them the most. To warm your heart and raise your spirits. Like they showed up for me. Ok, not clowns; this time, dogs. Four of them. Living, harmoniously for the most part, under one roof.
Voila, I introduce to you: the canine quartet that showered me with love, attention… and no less than twenty tons of dog hair.
Healing Pilgrim 