On Being Loved

This is Jaaron. She loves me as you can clearly see by the way she rests her hand on me and smiles right into my heart. Jaaron has two dogs, Ziggy and Zion, and if you’ve ever read this blog, you already know that. If you haven’t read about them, you can read about them here.

It’s nice to sit on Jaaron’s lap pondering life in all its yin and yang, ups and downs, ins and outs. Sometimes, it’s very very quiet around the house, but this weekend opened the door and welcomed in a lot of activity that involved cooking huge plates of food and washing dishes and eating and talking, talking, talking. People really like to talk.

Shana and Mark were here; Ari was here; Charles was here; Kyla was here; Jaaron’s still here. Everyone was showing me so much love—well—except when I barked too loudly and made Mark say a very weak, “Shhhhhh.” But, after he ate his pizza, he didn’t mind anymore. No one minded anything after they ate.

Ahhhh, life. It’s so good.

Best wishes, Juno