It's a rainy Saturday night, and I'm home nursing a hangover. I thank my stars I can afford to have, buttered sweet potatoes & sweet corn, then ice cream and not feel guilty about the carb-fat overdose.
More importantly, upon the completion of a nice little movie called Marley & Me, that makes you laugh a majority of the movie, and I don't know about you, but I start crying as the movie ends, uncontrollably every time I watch it, and go find Fidel.
I'm happy to see my little man curled up on the sofa, warm and asleep. I give him a hug, and he wakes up wanting a belly rub. A night like this, I'm happy to indulge him. He gives me a lick, runs to the bathroom for a quick toilet break and stretches out on the floor to continue sleeping/snoring.
From the movie: "Dogs don't care if you're rich or poor, don't care about a new car or home. Give them your heart and they will give you theirs. How many people can you say that about?"