It doesn’t matter

I could look into the mirror at what has become of my body… which wasn’t the greatest to begin with… and get depressed. Or I can look at the two dogs sitting patiently on either side of me, staring adoringly up at a physique that would make John Candy hang his head in shame and know that it doesn’t matter to the two critters that most matter to me. No matter what shape my body, they will climb in bed and happily curl up next to me and keep me warm and comforted all night. Or, at least, as much of the night as they let me have a part of the bed. It really is amazing how much space two such small dogs seem to need, especially when you consider that they nap while curled up together and perched on the back of my couch.