Pup rolled on his back today and showed off his number.
Number One.
It’s painted right on his chest.
I guess Pup wanted to remind me that he’s number one around here.
But there’s a number two… too.
His name is Brady and while he came along after Pup, he thinks he should get top billing.
And, don’t we all?
Today as I balanced the fine art of petting two dogs at once, distracting one with a toy while rubbing the best-spot-on-earth-to-scratch (the bum!) of the other, I thought…
“What if we all had a NUMBER ONE painted on our chest?”
And, really, shouldn’t we?After all, being NUMBER ONE is easy when you see yourself as an ABUNDANCE of never happened before, never will again sort of miracle.
And…
You are.Even if you don’t have a NUMBER ONE painted on your chest.
You are.Even if you don’t have a NUMBER ONE painted on your chest.
More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie
{Oh, yeah! You’re number one. Just sayin’.}
No. YOU’RE number one. Didn’t I see Pup and Brady painting it on your chest?
Best love, DN