Iget up every morning and believe I’m pretty happy – well, at least satisfied. And, why wouldn’t I be? I have a good place to live, I love who I live with (wife and dogs) and, for the most part, I am pretty healthy. It seems a good, solid way to start a day.
But what I just described is a pretty shabby showing of emotion compared to what Ruthie (my 5-year-old lab) shows when she figures out we’re a…
