A young girl was walking along the pavement with a puppy on
a lead. The puppy walked a bit, then ran a bit, then stopped and sniffed, then
ran some more. And all the time it was looking this way and that, and never was
its tail lower than a true vertical, and never did said tail stop wagging at a
rate of ten to the dozen, and its thrill at making the acquaintance of every passing
human stranger remained unflagging and unbridled.
And guess what: it was mostly white and had a big black
patch around one eye. Few things could be a more perfect generator of the joy
phenomenon than that, I think.
2 comments:
The joy of dogs is contagious. We could all learn from them.
Hmm, I think we've had this conversation before, haha.
Did you try going to Youtube to listen to that song on my blog? If not, why not try again? http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=Ij59zbvuHZM
No, I didn't. But now you've provided the link, I will. Later.
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