This title really hit home. It made me think of my old dog, Buster. He was a rescue, a scruffy terrier mix with one floppy ear and a tail that never seemed to stop wagging, even when he was fast asleep. I remember one particularly rough day at work, feeling completely drained and uninspired. I came home, opened the door, and there he was, practically vibrating with excitement, his whole body wiggling as he greeted me https://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/10/business/10poker.html?_r=2 He didn't care if I'd had a bad day or if I'd accomplished anything. All that mattered was that I was home and he was so, so happy to see me. That unconditional joy, that pure, unadulterated happiness radiating from him – it…
This title really hit home. It made me think of my old dog, Buster. He was a rescue, a scruffy terrier mix with one floppy ear and a tail that never seemed to stop wagging, even when he was fast asleep. I remember one particularly rough day at work, feeling completely drained and uninspired. I came home, opened the door, and there he was, practically vibrating with excitement, his whole body wiggling as he greeted me https://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/10/business/10poker.html?_r=2 He didn't care if I'd had a bad day or if I'd accomplished anything. All that mattered was that I was home and he was so, so happy to see me. That unconditional joy, that pure, unadulterated happiness radiating from him – it…