Lucky Dog, Lucky Me

Some days, I wonder if my wonderful Lucky doesn’t like me very much. I must be challenging, what with my unpredictable and inconvenient mood swings. Yet when I’m acutely stressed, he will not leave my side. He leans in. Whether on my lap in the car or under my feet at the table, he's there, without fail. A divine, constant presence. I can't pinpoint what’s intriguing about that, but he’s a dog. I don’t have to know. I just have to receive.

Sometimes Lucky lying next to me is all that I need, 

I love him so much.

Who knew?