How it should be

I'm going to pretend that this shot portrays how my new year started - all sunshine and little birds. How it really began was with a dog fight (note to self: don't slide between 2 St. Bernards while they are having a disagreement - your leg, or something worse, will get bitten; a blow to the head (another note: shut the top half of the stall door into the garage before you bend over so that you won't rise up and knock yourself silly; and a head cold. Luckily, I believe that a new year starts every day, so I will try again tomorrow.