Guest House Mischiefs

On a bright Saturday morning, the sun poured golden light over the backyard where two dogs, romped joyfully. Their tails wagged like flags of freedom as they raced around the yard, chasing each other with uncontainable energy. In their exuberance, they knocked over the garden gnome, sent a flower pot tumbling, and, most destructively, tangled themselves in the freshly hung washing line. The two boxers oblivious to their mischief, simply embodied life-messy and full of spirit.
As she untangled the laundry; still furious, she marveled at how the two dogs could bring her to life in the simplest of moments, reminding her that sometimes, it's the messes that weave the most beautiful stories.