Happiness is...

I do love an occasional weekend at home with just the dog and me.

I had a good time:
1. Staying up to the wee hours of the morning.
2. Burying back under the sheets until waaaay after time to be at work (and staying there until even after my normal snack time).
3. Painting.
4. Knitting.
5. Sitting on the patio reading.
(Again, looking back, I appear to enjoy the more intellectual pursuits... except for sleeping, as I'm not sure how intellectual that is...)

Roxie, though. She enjoyed true happiness. And what is true happiness?

True happiness is when the human digs into the toy box and discovers:



your old rope toy and a green tennis ball.

Oh, joy of joys!