Yesterday evening I was a little down and out. I was sore from having a nice long needle stuck into my poor boob yesterday afternoon, and tired from:
1.) Not sleeping worth shit the night before
2.) Emotional stress from trying not to worry, putting up a front like I wasn't worried, and worrying (ha, sounds wonderful, right?)
Oh, but to have the comfort and loyalty of the best dog in the world. It's amazing how intuitive dogs are. I could tell he knew exactly what I was feeling. I really have to give him credit. Given the amount of energy he usually has (blue heeler w/ a smidge of border collie, you do the math), he acted like there was nowhere else he wanted to be but up in bed keeping me company. And believe me...I stayed in bed ALL NIGHT last night.
It's an unconditional kind of love and I am grateful for it.
Rescued from the streets of Tucson:
Song of the day: "Jackhammer" The Spinto Band (cause Turner digs the indie tunes too)
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