Yesterday I had the supreme honor of accompanying my friend on a trip to New Hampshire. We were on a mission to find happiness.
We found him. His name is Tripp. He is an 8 week old American Cocker Spaniel. He kissed and kissed and kissed and then napped. Most of the long drive home he was sound asleep. There were periodic breaks for kissing, then more napping. I fell in love, hard. My job was to hold him while my friend drove. I felt a little guilty, but those velvet lips on my face erased that feeling. She'll get to have him to herself for years. But I had one, perfect, day.