I've been wrestling with depression for months. I don't imagine I'm the only one. Part of caring for my mental health these days is keeping my eyes and ears open for delights.
We took Murphy for a walk in the sunshine yesterday (Oh, the sunshine! It helps so much.).
Our pace is slow because we're still working on training the pup to walk beside us. It's important because he's so tiny injury to him or one of us created by us tripping over him is entirely possible.
Anyway, a couple walking hand-in-hand passed us by and the woman looked back and said: "That's a pocket dog! He could fit right in your pocket!"
And there it was. A spark of delight.
A pocket dog. What a fun idea!