I love my dog. I keep telling myself this through gritted teeth.
When I lived in England, I lived outdoors in a makeshift campsite. Seeing the first sign of spring’s arrival was always an amazing moment. This was when the bluebells and the daffodils would begin to grow. It always amazed me to see the tiny green shoots poke defiantly through the stubborn dirt.
And then I had to get a dog to share this magical moment with.
Now that Pony my dog entered my life, the telltale sign of spring’s arrival is when she rolls in fox poop. Strangely enough, I don’t look forward to spring as I once did.
If you are having a bad day, then read on. Be thankful that you’re not me.








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