Who are you, the happy dog or the angry one? Met an angry one this week. Almost needed a tetanus shot. I like the happy dogs better I think. I know a few people that bitch all day. At anything and everything, The weather, politics, work, children, the in-laws and their spouse. It must be an unhappy life.
I try to be glad with everything I’ve got. When I’m at the supermarket and I look at my full shopping cart I am genuinely happy I can buy all that stuff. That sounds corny perhaps, but I’m sincere. To be able to eat whenever you want to. That something to be grateful for.