Today I will feel the morning mist on my face and I will be content and know that sometimes God brings you chipmunks and sometimes he does not.

And no matter how much you bark and whine, sometimes Daddy does not let you inside.

And sometimes the tennis ball goes under the couch and I can’t get it and my heart breaks and breaks.

I will remember these hard truths and I will feel the wet on my fur and listen to the birds chirp in the trees and I will feel one with my surroundings and I will understand that I am it and it is I. And we are The One.

And tomorrow will be another day. And perhaps there will be sun. And perhaps we will go to the dog park.