When all else fails, watch the puppy. Watch him as he races around the yard like a crazy person, dashing up and down the hills, stopping only long enough to throw himself on the grass to roll over and over and over again. Then, he gets up and takes off like somebody lit a firecracker under his butt. Up and down, round and round, a party all by himself.
If that doesn't cure ya, nothing will.
If that doesn't cure ya, nothing will.
P.S. In the words of the Great Bruzer: LIGHTEN UP, MAMA!
Ain't that the truth?
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