Cheaper and way better than retail therapy

Last night when I got into the car, drenched wet like a swan from the onslaught of the monsoon downpour, my little puppy jumped right into my arms. I buried my face in his freshly washed hair, smelling it as he snuggled into my arms, cozy like a heater in the cold weather. Times like this, melt trouble away like hot wax. Nothing like a live radiator sleeping in your arms to mask reality temporarily and make it seem pretty again.