Praise and Thanks Be
(NOTE: Based on time elapsed since the posting of this entry, the BS-o-meter calculates this is 14.472% likely to be something that Ferrett now regrets.)
There are times I think Shasta is a gift from God.
What with all of the cancer and accidents and death lately, having a small creature that gets us out of the house is a blessing. Her antics ensure that we can’t lapse into the all-misery channel of conversation; she’s always got some new behavioral quirk to be dissected, or some goofy new habit to share. At a time of intense pressure, the dog forces us to take our mind off our troubles. And so I’m grateful.
Then I think: it’d be a lot better, God, if you just laid off of Jimmy, Grammy, and the Meyers.