It feels so good to laugh.  I know there are grieving people who feel guilty if they find themselves laughing, but I just know God gave us both laughter and tears.  The new puppy, who by the way is growing by leaps and bounds, gives Rich and me much, much entertainment.  (The potty training not so much, but that's a different blog.)

Last night Izzy came roaring into the living room with her food dish in her mouth.  It's Tupperware, and I suspect we will need to switch to metal before too long.  She stopped and looked at us like, "Well, why isn't there any food in this thing?"  Then she raced back and forth several times in our living/dining area.  Jumped up on the couch WITH THE THING IN HER MOUTH, which made us laugh even more.  She got it flipped upside down.  Spent a good deal of time trying strategically to get it turned over.  She won, too!  So smart, but struggling with telling us when to go outside.  Sometimes she does, but usually it's the humans who offer to take her out.

It's possible I need to get a life, if a puppy and a bowl are that entertaining to me.

But maybe not.

Keep looking up, friends!