May 4th, Star Wars Day (“May the Fourth be with you”), is not a great day for us. It’s the anniversary of Roxy’s death (three years this year), and that just sucks (and ruins what could otherwise be a fun, geeky day). But it’s not all sadness and tears. Yesterday, we were biking along the path, and we passed a couple walking what must have been the happiest dog alive. How do I know this dog is the happiest dog alive? He was soaking wet and carrying a very large stick in his mouth.
(Not this dog, but you get the idea.) Google “dogs carrying big sticks”. It’s awfully cute. Puppy pictures make everything better.