I love to laugh 🙏🏽 and, from what I’ve been told my entire life, my laughter is distinct. It’s loud and hearty and heart-felt. I am attracted to others with a good sense of humor, 🙏🏽and I’m blessed to have lots of family and friends in that category. 🙏🏽I’m especially drawn to others with a knack for puns🙏🏽—that clever play on words during ordinary conversation that’s often goes unnoticed by most. I think I laugh hardest when it’s unexpected, as was the case yesterday.🙏🏽
I’d made an appointment at the vet’s for Victor, our 17-year-old pup who’s suddenly taken to peeing inside the RV, whether we’re home or not. If we were to bring in a first-thing-in-the-morning urine sample, it would be greatly appreciated, I was told. So, with small plastic container in hand, my husband accompanied Victor outside and positioned it underneath him when he squatted to pee to catch a sample. A little got on the edge of the container, so when my husband snapped on the lid, a teeny bit hit him smack in the eye. It happened so fast, and I burst into laughter; I couldn’t help myself!
My husband’s a terrific sport🙏🏽 and Victor’s urinalysis came back clear.🙏🏽 The vet suspects doggie dementia, which isn’t surprising, given his age. For 16 years this little guy’s antics have given me with countless moments of joyful laughter 🙏🏽 so I think I can deal with the intermittent accidents 🙏🏽 And he weighs less than 10 pounds, so it’s not as bad as it could be.🙏🏽
He who laughs, lasts 🙏🏽
