Tuesday, after a rotten day at work, I pulled into the yard, parked my car in the garage, gathered up all my "junk" and exited. As I walked out of the garage my furry greeting committee enthusiastically met me. It literally felt as though a giant weight was power lifted off my shoulders. All the days ills were mostly forgotten.
I had Bella leaning into my legs in doggy love, Reba running and yipping her excitement and Tessa howling a welcome. As I sat later that night on the couch with Tessa sitting curled up on my lap groaning and grunting, pushing her little body into mine I thought, there's something about animals that's good for a person's soul. A little doggy or horsey love makes the world feel so much better.
Oh, wondering how Bella is doing with her night prison? Well, I haven't been able to get her into her house - at all. She instead lies down with the horses in the straw pile, roots deep into the straw when I call her name. You can just see her thinking - "See, I'm a good girl, look at me sleeping with my horses."