Here's my new discovery: The answer to the March blahs is...
These are not the actual puppies who effectuated my psychic rescue yesterday, just the closest approximation I could find online. But still, you get the idea, right? It is absolutely impossible to feel blah when you see creatures like this wrestling each other so enthusiastically that they don't notice the big hole THAT DOG dug, fall right in, and keep wrestling. Sigh :)