A pink poodle named Spike

Thanks to Olga's daughter for proving a couple of weeks ago that it's a powerful thing to have a pink poodle named Spike.

I catch myself thinking of that sweet vignette often as I consider who I am and what I am doing here. Perhaps it's not about being or doing anything else, but owning - expressing and accepting ownership - for what we have and where we are right now, and loving what we are doing. I'm not saying giving up on doing different things, only spending a little more time loving or learning to love what we are doing, being, seeing...whatever that is.

I raise a glass to all things figurative or literal that embody the act of embracing our own personal pink poodle named Spike.

Love to each of you,
Robin