As we're going on the 78th day here in Chicago without sunshine or without reaching a temperature above ten degrees I have to admit that my spirits are a little low. I've said my daily affirmation from my daily affirmation phone app, I've read a chapter from The Secret (for like the 700th time) and I've written down a few life goals for today, and yet I'm still slow moving. I feel like some days the world just wants you to be in a grumpy mood.
It doesn't help the fact that I woke up to an email from an ABC reporter asking if she could use a photo of Harlow she found on my blog for a story their doing on dog booties (must be a slow news week) and would I mind if she credited my blog in the story as the photo source. I shared the news with Harlow and of course we were both elated. But what I forgot to add here is that the email came through at 1:00 a.m. and by the time I responded this morning at 8:00 a.m. the story had already been put together, or so she said in an email response around 8:30 a.m. So a different dog in snow booties was going to be featured... A different dog was going to get his big break today.
The worst part is I haven't had the heart to tell Harlow yet. He's still prancing around the house with his best friend, Lamby, in his mouth telling her all about how he's about to become a star. He hasn't even touched his breakfast yet because he's insisting I feed him some egg yolks to make his coat "shine like the top of Chrysler Building." He's obviously been watching a little too much Orphan Annie lately.
He's just going to be devastated. Would you look at this face? I never want to disappoint this face.
Maybe I just won't tell him. He already thinks he's famous anyway because he got "recognized" on the street a few days ago. And by "recognized" I mean it was his old dog-walker who said hello to him, but he didn't remember that. That point is neither here nor there really.
Anyway, wish me luck. Today is going to be a hard day. Can it just be summer already?