October 30, 2007

Happiness comes when

It's past sunset, the very end of twilight, and you've given up on ever finding your dog.

Then you hear a squeaking sound, and think it might just possibly be your dog.

Then a while later you hear more squeaking, and then rushing through the brush, and there's your dog, three hours late to return, covered in brambles and mud, but very glad to see you.

The first part wasn't exactly happy, but the conclusion definitely brings a burst of happiness.

Posted by simon at October 30, 2007 8:58 PM in
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