Yesterday morning, while walking the dog, I felt rumbly and grumbly and generally upset. It seems like the world is playing a joke on me lately, specifically in the financial department.
While huffing and stomping through the streets, Seamus literally stopped to smell the roses. (Usually he just pees underneath them.) He shoved his snout right into one, then when he was done he looked over at me like "you gotta get in on this."
To his credit, he found a pretty cool looking rose.
I pat him on the head to thank him for reminding me to chill out and look around, then we strolled back home.
And I noticed I had a tiny flower tagalong.
Is someone getting all sentimental these days or what?