As soon as I got home this morning, I stepped into some sweats, grabbed Titus, the leash, a bag of tennis balls, the oh-so-loved Chuck-it, and Titus and I were off to the park. We lucked out by being the only ones there, so we played fetch until Titus couldn't take it anymore. He always lets me know when he's pooped out by trotting over to where I'm standing and flopping over onto his side like a wounded soldier who has just taken a bullet to the gut. Despite being exhausted, neither of us were ready to make the walk home and we were both enjoying the the whether that has been giving us some promising sneak-peaks of the quickly approaching Spring. So, I rolled my jacket up into a pillow, Titus plopped down next to me and we curled up to take the most delightful snoozer I've had in a while.
Titus is what's right in the world.
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