There are times in a persons life when it is forgivable to be engulfed by the sin of pride. Today, for example, my dogs (or should I say the beasts that tolerate me and worship my beloved) took up the art of sniffing everything as dogs should, during their morning constitutional. It was such an inspiring time and it made me want to rah! rah! cheer the little buggars on.
True there was an element of relief here too because, to be honest, I always felt embarrassed snorting fecal matter pee drenched posts on their behalf during our walks. Neighbours would shake their heads in pity and offer me treats from their fluff filled pockets. Today though I am a free man! I can roam the streets barking at birds and and rushing at cats that deign to tiptoe by. Wicks at last.