It's All Gravy, Baby

The last time I posted, I think I was  in some sort of psychological/emotional breakdown. Since then, my husband and I kissed (metaphorically) and made up, so it's all good, baby.

The good of it is, (other than being back to happy, clearly) is that I learned that my dog has taught himself how to pet people.

This may be kind of weird, but really, it's very comforting and hilarious. When he senses I'm upset, he has learned a new trick: he takes his paw, puts it lightly on the center of my forehead, and pets down my nose.

Speaking of the dog-o, he just watched me put socks on, which in his mind means we're going on an adventure.

Socks= good times.

He's a funny little beast.