With all the negativity flowing around us, and the justified concerns about food supplies, personal security and rampant stagflation I try to enjoy what the moment brings.
In my building at least ten people carry treats with them to give Banner. He eagerly accepts them and much hilarity ensues.
Down the hall, Kate keeps a dog treat station we must pass on the way to the elevator. The header picture is across the hall from our door. Abuela Esther keeps treats in that container and leaves the occasional morsel for Banner to find.
Further down the hall is Tom, Mr. Sneaky Treater. An amputee, he hides treats in the hall for Banner to find. When I challenge him, he claims total innocence.
Crossing the lobby sometimes takes ten minutes. Often, comments are made about poor Banner forced to live with a grumpy old man.
All of this lightens the spirits of everyone.
I won the dog lottery with this beast.