Dreay day. The day has had an interesting start. Our mornings begin with Beyla sitting at the bottom of the stairs while I put on her halter and leash and off we go with coffee in hand. This morning, I'm not sure what got into her but I grabbed her halter and she ran away! I headed up into the livingroom after her and ask "What was that all about??" and she's crouched on her front legs and gives me a playful "Ruff!". Then she dodges back and forth a couple of times before running past me and downstairs again assuming the "come and get me" pose. At this point I'm laughing and she's too damn cute for me to get mad so we ended up playing chase around the house for 5 minutes before finally settling down and getting down to business.

At the end of the driveway I decided it's time to crack open the coffee and as I do so, it explodes all over my face and shirt. Great, my first sip of coffee is everywhere but in my mouth! I can see this will be an fun day. So off we go on a grey, misty morning for our walk.

Oh well, they can't all be radiantly sunny, serene mornings, can they? And that's OK really. I mean, one the one hand we needed the rain. And on the other, if every day was a good day they'd all be mediocre, wouldn't they? Without the occassional bad day as a reference point and reality check, the good days would be indistinguishable. So, even if only for the sake of perspective, the occassional "blah" day has merit. A lot of things in life are like that. The bad gives the good perspective. There's always a bright side in life, even if it's only a shade or 2 brighter and you have to squint and not look directly at it. It's there. :)

Besides, the day started off with a laugh. And exploding caffeinated beverages notwithstanding, I still got plenty of coffee into me. As one of my favorite musicians, Greg Brown, says in Good Morning Coffee, "Let your olfactory passages get a whiff of this stuff. Life's gonna be alright somehow."