Guad dogs

My husband has been working near Guadalajara, Mexico for, well, far too long.  He loves the work he does and the people he does it with so really it is just the time away from home that gets to us.  He is two hours ahead of me and he is working from 6 pm to 6 am each day.  Our window of opportunity for communication is pretty small.  I hear Ariel's voice..."at least"...

At least I get to wake up every morning to a message that he has sent as a recap to his "day".  So many small parts of our day would fall through the cracks without our recaps.  I surely would have forgotten to tell him about the can of Spam flavored macadamia nuts I found at World Market.  His papercut would not make it into a phone call but was hilarious to me at 7 this morning:  Cut my finger on one of the corrugated plastic core boxes.  Quite possibly the smallest wound in history.  A gnat wouldn't get out a bandaid for this cut.  But I'll be damned if it doesn't smart like hell!  And it bled but-good.

Another line from his message:  People are different wherever you go, but dogs are always the same.

That's easy for him to say because he is some sort of dog-magnet.  Anywhere he goes a dog will find him.  And they will be best friends in no time at all.  Then I saw this picture on one of the motivational running pages I visit regularly:

So go pet your dog, get in your workout, and send someone a note to let them know you're thinking about them!

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