Perfect Day

…at least that is what is being murmured from the folds of my hammock out on the patio. My Firstborn and I took Gunner to the dog park together to see how he would do. I think my child was disappointed that his dog was more interested in all the Smells than chasing a tennis ball, but it went well. There was much romping, running, and anointing…

It really is a beautiful morning…upper sixties…clear skies…slight breeze…but I made BREAKFAST! His share of biscuits, bacon, and eggs are in the microwave waiting for him to extract himself from the Perfect Day. He doesn’t want to disrupt the Mood. What is very sweet is that his new pup is stretched out on the ground beside the hammock…keeping an eye on his Human. It is nice to see the way my child morphs into a dog daddy. It is warm and sweet and precious.

May this be just one in a long string of Perfect Days.