Trying something new

I sit here typing with a dog in my lap. Ginny refuses not to be held and I am not a good one armed typer. It's one of those moments that would normally irritate me to no end, but then she looks up at me. Ginny can't see anymore- she has run into the wall five times already today. She is fourteen in diva dog years and I have been blessed with my little money pit for five years. So I accomodate bringing the laptop to me and raising her up just a bit...isn't that what life is sometimes about-accomodating others and appreciating the little moments such as her eyes pointed in my direction?