A week ago, I took a hard fall onto the concrete, and if I’m being honest, the pain has been winning the battle for my attention.
But then she walked in, my oldest girl, a Catahoula I’ve had for thirteen years. Her little nubbed tail was kicking back and forth like a motor, and she greeted me with a genuine smile.
I know people might roll their eyes when you say a dog smiles, but I saw it. It was as…