Pot of gold

I WALKED to the front door with Molly's leash in my hand. She eagerly waited for me at the door and the queasy feeling in my stomach got worse as I watched her spin in circles. She almost never chased her tail, but on mornings such as this, when my hangover made me nauseous and my head and heart were pounding, I felt she was spinning in circles and dancing around me as if to say, "Get over it and walk me already!"