notes from maggie's farm
Sometimes I think dogs see humans as God sees us. As if we have no fault. Our sins, forgiven. Any stain from yesterday (like stealing all the covers, getting the yucky dog food because it was on sale, or missing a pat on the head) is wiped clean.
Maybe children wrap there arms around you the same way my Molly does. Perhaps it's your partner. Humans are for another evening's post.
Tonight it's all about the dogs.
I adore you guys.
Wherever you find yourself tonight, I hope you are enthusiastically celebrated home.