I saw a very sad dog on my way to work today.

I was driving to work, and stopped at a stop sign and looked over and saw a very sad dog, sitting behind a fence, right in the corner of the fence, staring, dejectedly. And then I looked and realized the dog was staring at a tennis ball in the crosswalk.

I couldn't help it - I turned the corner, pulled over to the side of the road, got out of my car and picked up the tennis ball, and tossed it into the yard.

The dog was delighted. It grabbed the ball and scampered around clearly saying LIFE IS GOOD I HAVE THE BALL!

My morning is more delightful, now.