Reasons NOT to be Depressed

A few years ago, my husband bought me a ShiTzu for Christmas. This is what she looked like when she was a puppy:

She was supposed to grow up to look like this:

Every princess needs a princess-puppy, right?


My husband picked her up from the groomer's today. It seems I didn't do such a fine job of combing out her little tangles.

Let me remind you, she is supposed to look like this:

Not this:

My GOD! What have they done to my dog? They shaved her! All except for the top of her head. Would you look at that face?

Seriously -- how can anyone be depressed when they have THIS to laugh at all night? Kids, my dog is totally rockin' a mullet.








I think the clouds are gone.