This is what I woke up to a week ago yesterday. I went out to take Zooey for one of her daily grass hunting trips (which, at last count, amount to six-hundred-and-thirty-one forays per day, only three of which amount to any approved behavior) and was greeted by this wonderful banner, created by my equally wonderful husband. Which got him off the hook for the "None of your damn business" comment I received from him when I asked him what he was doing in basement the night before.
Zooey and I walked around the yard for a bit and I continued to admire the quality and craftsmanship of the banner, mainly how the letters were all the same height and that there were no typos.
As I was reflecting on what the last twenty-seven years have brought us, I noticed Zooey doing her major business - in a really major way - right underneath my beautiful sign. "Zooey!" I cried. She responded by bounding over to me, wagging her tail, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Well, I thought, that's pretty accurate. Sometimes more crap than you bargained for - in inappropriate places and at inconvenient times - but a lot of things that make you smile and laugh and forget the poo.
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