I Got Nothing

This is a typical Doberman sleeping position. Ask any Doberman owner to show you pics of their pups snoozing and I can pretty much guaranntee that they will have something like this in their infinite assortment of photos. I say infinite because, like me, most Doberman owners are Doberman lovers in that obsessive way where, well... there is really nothing better or more perfect or beautiful or perfect. Did I say perfect...

Anyway, this post really isn't about Dobermans, or specfially my perfect puppy, but about... nothing. I've got nothing.

I was thinking about this while I was at the park early this morning playing ball with my perfect puppy. That today is my Monday morning writing day and there is not much brewing around in my mind. My mind is kinda empty, I thought while I was tossing the ball up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down the green-and-wet-because-of-the-rain-and-thank-goodness-we-are-getting-some-rain lawn that is part of the beautiful park where I go with my beautiful and perfect dog.

And then, after acknowledging that my mind was (is) pretty empty, I sat in the thought that this is ok. This is good. This is exactly what this is. And the beauty of my Monday morning writing is that I can write about anything I want. There is no theme to this blog of mine. No agenda. No expectation. No nothing. It is just what I gotta say. And today, I don't really gotta say anything.

Hence the photo of my dog. Just because she's perfect.