One of the great joys in life is being greeted by a dog when you walk out of your room in the morning.
You're still half-asleep, and the dog, being full of energy, jumps on you and licks your face, its tail wagging furiously as though it wanted nothing more than to say hello to you. And then it gets back down and runs around you and follows you into the kitchen or the living room or wherever you're going...
My grandparents (I'm staying with them in California) have this adorable dog that is a mix of several small, white, and fluffy breeds, and it is just about the most adorable thing in the world. He sleeps most of the time, but in the morning he acts just so excited to see me, and it makes me happy.
This morning, for instance, I walked tiredly into the living room.
"Good morning," I said to my grandmother, who was sitting on the couch wrapped in a wonderfully warm blanket. Then: "Ah!"
I looked down to see what had jumped on me, even though I already knew what it was. There was that fluffy ball of fur, his top paws on my knees, his tongue out in a happy grin. I took a step. He took his paws off my knees and stepped in front of me, walking backwards as I continued to the kitchen.
Oh, the love of a dog.
I'm a dog person, in case you couldn't tell. Not really one for cats, because they don't seem very trustworthy.
Anyway, that was about my day, not much else except church and Chipotle (which is awesome)... of course it's only midday so there's still a lot that can be done.