I was wandering around Nob Hill, and I came upon a car with this bumper sticker:
For some reason, us corgi-fanciers seem more likely to do this than most other dog-breed-owners.
It didn’t seem likely that I’d run into a corgi, but I kept my eyes peeled. And what do you know? I found Beatrice, and her mom! (I didn’t ask mom if that was her car. I thought she might think it was a little… weird. Then again, she’s clearly a corgi-fancier, so maybe not.)
I wish I knew what made corgis so happy all the time. I would totally bottle it and make a mint. But first I'd take some myself.
Then again, if I were as cute as a corgi, I think I'd find it easier to be optimistic.
Then again, anyone who is 30 lbs and 12 inches high who has the self-confidence to herd cattle is probably not suffering from significant self-doubt.