So much so, in fact, that he ended up dropping out of college and moving home just one month shy of the semester's end. And he's probably only a few semesters short of a degree.
Bless his heart. He's 24 years old and has done course work at two different schools over nine or ten semesters. But still doesn't have a degree to show for it (school #1's courses didn't transfer to school #2). To boot, he's unemployed.
It's been tough.
But I have to say that since he's been home, DFS's outlook and demeanor seem much improved. He seems happier, more alert, less depressed, far less stressed, and generally more like himself than he's been in a long time.
I think it's the "Lab Factor."
Just look:
There's nothing like regular nuzzles and snuggles from our canine comrades -- something DFS doesn't get when he's away at school. And when he's at school, DFS might even forget he's loved.
Not so here! Baxter, Elsie, Ridge, Kenya, and little Pinot (who's not so little anymore) regularly and exuberantly remind DFS of just how treasured he really is.
Actions really DO speak louder than words.
'Til next time,
Joan
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