There is nothing like walking a Samoyed, an act of love in which I engage anywhere between three and ten times a day, to put you in your proper place in the scheme of things. Not once but multiple times on every walk someone will approach, (if you’re lucky) ask to pet your dog, and remark on how beautiful, sweet, loving, charming, and friendly your dog is.
To rephrase Browning
The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
Dog’s in His heaven—
All’s right with the world!
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Exactly! 🙂