Dogs

This morning, I felt a confusing unstoppable urge to learn how to carry my ball up the ramp, let it roll down, and chase it. Over and over and over again.

Then I remembered: last night, I fell asleep on a book about Greek mythology.

Sisyphus had his boulder, I have my ball. He had a mountain, I have my ramp. He was condemned to eternal struggle… I am having a fantastic time actually!

Feeling thankful I didn't get to the chapter on Icarus.

That little jump off the end of the ramp is so ridiculously cute.