I was feeling misanthropic this morning and had to trudge off to a baby shower in the rain, grump grump grump.
Then I got to the baby shower and was greeted by this face:
This is Happy. She is a black and tan Shiba that came from Japan with my graduate school cohort’s mother-in-law. She is old and gentle and excellent around babies and toddlers, of which there were many at this occasion. Like my own dogs, she seems to enjoy sniffing my rancid coffee breath as I whisper my greetings.
And seeing this precious face made the day seem a little less gray and the babies a little more tolerable.