For the last couple of days, I've been really peeved with something really bogus the bank did. The worst thing is I can't do anything about it (and believe me, I've tried!). It wasn't even something that I did. As my family and friends know, I've got a passal of dogs, one of whom is named Murphy (aka Murphy's Law).
Murphy is a really laid back kinda dog. His idea of a great day is when he gets to chase the water from the water hose then sleep on the couch, usually belly up. Now, tonight, being that I've been so cranky and haven't been paying him the attention he usually enjoys, he saw fit to point his nose to the moon and howl --- loud and long. Understandably, this set off the rest of my pack, and even got the horses going with it. (obviously neighing, not howling -- they like to join in every once in a while lol ). Not being one to miss out on the fun, I followed suit. Just sharing a group howl with my guys and telling my woes to God in an elemental way made me feel a lot better; it helped me feel connected to the universe and that everything wasn't going down the proverbial potty. It was just a minor speed bump in the road called life and as the saying goes, "This too shall pass."
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