This morning I was awakened by Flirt, our 11-pound miniature dachshund, rolling around on her back in ecstasy. Nothing new there: Flirt always wakes up in a joyful mood, squirming with bliss, her wagging tail thumping the mattress.
How happy you are depends a lot on how you look at life.
The late Gordon MacKenxie told me to awake every day expecting a miracle.
If you expect great things to happen, they often do.
So I copied Flirt. Before getting out of bed, I stretched and smiled Continue reading










