The whole Lupus scare/China-hand thing was crazy stressful for my human so she was really happy to wake up on Saturday with a good hand. We usually hike with the cows on Saturdays, so I wasn't exactly happy when she packed up Nikon and took off without me...
2 of 999
Or when she came home hours later, smelling like 13 stranger pugs. And I definitely wasn't happy when the same thing happened again on Sunday. But then I noticed how happy my human was. I mean, like HAPPY. A "pug high", she called it. And even though I'd much rather be #1 than #1/1000, there's nothing better than a crazy-happy human.
Especially when that crazy-happy human is feeling a little guilty for ruining your weekend and takes you to the beach to play fetch and pose for Nikon, even though her hand is kinda puffy again and she's all tired and achy from hours of pug yoga.
We go to the beach all the time but something made this trip even better than usual. It might have been the supernice weather, or the new squeaky tennis ball my human bought for me. But I'm kinda thinking maybe it was the pug high. And if things are this good after only 24 pugs or whatever, 2012 is going to be the best year ever.