What can I say?

in a week of sensational headlines, I offer you...a carrot

It’s hard to imagine what could possibly grab one’s attention after the last week of mind numbing headlines. Untested subs getting a million dollars worth of passengers to dive to their avoidable demise. UFOs and space beings landing in back yards and no one cares, Julian Assange, collapsing dollars, health passports and more corruption, how can a little dog rescue from some stranded in the desert chick grab your eye. I can’t.

I’ve never been the one who calls you on your birthday because I know I’ll be one of 40 and get lost in the deluge. I’ll call you the week before or the week after, that’s a standout. This year I was mostly emailed from insurance agents and car dealers sending emails because no one else has my birthday or cares, let’s be honest. Mid 50s? Meh. Once your parents are dead, is anyone really thinking about you?

Dogs. Dogs don’t have calendars but they want to know where you are and what you’re doing. Are you napping? When is supper? Is there something in the CrockPot?

So when the world is too much, by design mind you, they make it this way, I offer you an old dog, who stole a carrot from Lazy Susan who loves carrots and is on a diet. She was proud until she saw that it was…a horrible VEGETABLE?

And such is life.