Since Foster's dog-bite injury, he hasn't been in too good of a mood. Tilly, to her credit, has tried to cheer him. In this picture, She was doing her best to get Foster to play. However, Foster would not be moved.
Now and then, I notice within myself that being grumpy becomes a habit. There is just no humoring me out of my mood. When this happens, I need to "phone a friend" and do something fun. Often, I don't feel like taking that step, but becoming complacent in misery is no way to live.
Hopefully soon Foster will be on the mend. He has a lot of obstacles right now. But he still lights up when we play outside. And he still gets the paper for me in the mornings (it just takes longer for him to find it). Being cheerful is a choice.
What about you? Do you find yourself enjoying your bad moods? What steps can you take to reach out and change?