*Oh la la! Talk about a gray Monday! I don't know how the weather is fairing in your part of the world but here it is just trop triste! And I am not talking about a "Ooh, the flowers are going to be so happy" kind of spring rain but rather a "Charlotte Brontë-ey oppression on the moors" kind of drizzle. Time to pull out the big guns because if this doesn't make you smile, I give up!*
Those of you that have read Ben's Guide to Getting What You Want (which I will admit with some embarrassment is probably my favorite post that I have ever written), will know that our beloved "dog" (I use the term loosely as he doesn't seem to be entirely convinced that he is one) lives to eat. He is simply doing his duty as a Golden Retriever. His breakfast is a given--his sleepy, coffee-deprived human keepers barely need any prodding to do his bidding then. But dinner, aka code word "Lunchtime" is an entirely different matter and he will spend hours plotting and scheming about what precise steps need to be taken to hear that magic word. Since that territory has already been covered, voici le résultat. For the record, this is a relatively calm victory dance but it does show many of his favorite moves such as the twirl, bunny hops and a bark of joy!
Have a wonderful week everyone!