I'm back in business after the Great Squirrel Disappointment.
I could be going into an existential funk and asking myself, 'What is the point?'
But I don't want to go the way of bitterness and despair. 'Get a grip, Lambie,' I tell myself.
I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of one little dog don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.