Sick as a dawg.

I hate being sick. It doesn't happen often but when it does it hits me like a freight train.

Crash and burn. KO.

So, here I am; in bed and achy for the second day. All this down time is making me realize that the more time I spend around my shack full of dogs the more I find myself loving every minute of it (and them).

For example I bring you the following: Theresa (aka T-dawg, aka the baby girl, aka Theresita, aka my stubborn ring leader!)


The only little monster that will get into the stash of their favorite things. But not to destroy or make a mess... simply to...


Snuggle. Snuggle with an empty squirrel dude. Sure, that makes complete sense. -_- 

And Joy, oh my little Joy. Who decided if she couldn't lay with us ON the bed she'd hop up on the dog bed being stored on the crate next to the bed. 


And of course the snuggles.  Who could get tired of the endless snuggles? 



Maybe it's the fever. But honestly, they just make me so damn happy all the time.



I know I overload the internet with dog-related things but seriously, life with dogs is so much happier.

You can qoute me on that because I'm standing by it. Especially in a feverish state of delirium.


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