1. Simple self-care. Clean sheets, a warm shower, dental floss, wool socks and slippers, a big cold glass of water, a quick nap while the puppy naps.
2. Surrender. Relaxing into the puppiness that is, finding some ease amidst the hyper vigilance and unrealistic expectations. Sitting with him in my lap, warm and soft.
3. Sam. He’s being such a good big brother, so tolerant and willing to accept some new boundaries. He’s back on three times a day meds and it seems to be helping.
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4. Eric, the best co-parent ever.
5. Dr. Lindsey Fry and the support staff at Fort Collins Veterinary Emergency and Rehabilitation Hospital. Sam went for an acupuncture session this week and I was reminded how much I adore this place, these people, even though I wish I had no need for them.
Bonus Joy: Snow. It is cold, but it covered up our yard in a blanket of white that keeps most of the stuff Ringo shouldn’t be getting into buried. Why oh why is it that a puppy who might not finish his dinner wants to eat his own body weight in sticks and other debris?
Open Space Practice, (AKA: A Thousand Shades of Gray) 
My 10 month old sweet pup is still a stick-aholic. I don’t see the thrill myself but she can’t pass up a good stick. I’m sure her gratitude list would start with a good, mud covered, snappy stick.
This reminds me of my Obi. He always loved a good stick, especially if it was covered in bark he could shred off before chewing on it. I could always trust him because he only chewed, never actually ate it.
She’s a shredder not an eater too thank goodness. Her preferred shredding spot is in the middle of the living room so that I can share in the fun by picking up the little shredded bits when she’s done. So thoughtful.