I’ve been down. I admit it. It’s okay. It’s allowed.

And having to get up and come to work in this virtual shit hole of menial tasks, bad coffee and forced feeding is disheartening.

But I saw something incredibly worthwhile this morning.

First off, we had a fairly decent snow last night, and since our apartment complex sucks, there was still a good bit of fluffy goodness covering the roads within it. The slipping and sliding wasn’t much fun, but then I saw the puppy, the big fuzzy puppy, peeking out of someone’s garage. The big fuzzy puppy’s front paws were out in the snow, but it’s back ones were still inside, as if it couldn’t decide whether to venture out into it.

And the big fuzzy puppy had something in its mouth. For a moment, I couldn’t tell what it was. I even feared, for a moment, that it might be a kitten. Then I realized it was a stuffed cow. The big fuzzy puppy peaking out of the garage had a little stuffed cow in its mouth. It was holding it by the belly, so its little cow paws were all sticking straight up in the air, and the big fuzzy puppy looked unduly content.

I’m not a dog person. At all. But damn. Adorable.