If you don’t have anything nice to say, you shouldn’t say anything at all.

I have nothing nice to say.

Ah, come on, you can think of something.

For my dog, today is a whole lot like yesterday. Yesterday, he sprang for joy to go on a walk. Today, he springs for joy to go on a walk. If you leave the house for 10 minutes, 10 hours or 10 days, he’ll jump up and down with the same enthusiasm. He won’t ask where you were or why you didn’t come home earlier, he’ll still be happy to see you.

He doesn’t care who runs countries or about the stock market. He doesn’t care about jobs or real estate. Well, that’s not true. Jobs and real estate affect where we walk together. But he wouldn’t fret about it. He would just be happy when we went on a walk again. In fact, he wouldn’t mind if it were on a street full of asphalt. Sure, he’s prefer to be let off leash in the woods, but he won’t complain and when he runs around, it’s as if it’s the first time. Ever. As if he just invented running around and can’t get enough of it.

There, I said something nice. I feel better. My dog still feels the same. He’s still as happy as he was yesterday and as happy as he will be tomorrow.

Does your dog bite? No. But that is not my dog.