Today is sort of a dog day.
SI.com didn’t run my Tiki column (hey, it happens).
The weather sucks.
I have a bunch of work, but feel like doing none of it.
Just blah, blah, blah, blah. So what to do? I pet my dog, Norma. She’s a genuine ray of sunshine. Never complains, never whines. Just wants to snuggle, snag a few pets, sleep, eat, drink a sip of water. I never had a dog growing up, but now I can’t imagine being without one. Norma recently started sleeping upstairs (as opposed to her crate), and there’s something wonderful about her eagerness in the morning. She jumps up on the bed and says, in Doganese, “Pet me! I love you! Pet me!”
