my person is always telling me that i'm a lucky bitch because, well, i'm a girl puppy... and i get to lay around and be a menace all day. all of my whims are catered to; i get to rule the house (or, at least, the room for now).
but today, i confronted her and told her that SHE is a lucky bitch, too.
she basically fell into a job that she loves so much she would do it for free.
she is finishing up her degree-- one that wasn't even contemplated 3 years ago.
she is fitter and healthier than ever.
she's happy.
and, of course, i let her be seen with me in public, which makes her the luckiest bitch of all.
