There are good days.
Then there are days that are even better.
Sometimes there are off the scale days when you get flakes of roast salmon from last nights dinner with your breakfast kibbles, have a walk on the beach, shoot the breeze with arthritic Archie and a group of wild Pomeranians , receive an ear tickle from the girl behind the bar in the student cafe AND are rewarded with a digestive biscuit. Those sort of days aren't merely good - they're the sort of day when rainbows appear as you walk along the track home.
So starts a Saturday morning with a family Polish Lowland Sheepdog who is experiencing a joy overload and skipping along with infectious happiness.
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