You know how when you get up in the morning you have a reasonable expectation of how the day will go?
The last two days have not gone that way for me. And this morning, they sure didn't go the way Dooley planned.
See? He's still mad. I bribed him with canned cat food, then snapped him up and stuffed him (and Franklin, who is now 20 pounds of cat) in a carrier to go to the vet for annual vaccinations.
Dooley's teeth are in bad shape, so he needs to go back in Monday for surgery. This is not good. He already peed a little in his crate due to nerves, then when I gave him a dose of antibiotic before I freed him from captivity, he ran around the house leaving orange foam everywhere. With twice a day dosing, we're both in trouble.
On the other hand, Tilly had an unexpectedly fantastic time during an unplanned trip yesterday. At their insistence, Tilly and Foster were invited along and asked to even come in the office. Foster searched the floor thoroughly, bumping into the furniture, while Tilly sprinted around and peed a little (lots of ill-timed peeing lately). They gave each dog a toy while we took care of business. Foster quickly located and disemboweled the squeaker from his toy. Tilly ran about the place with hers, squeaking incessantly.
Then, they let her bring it home.
It is still non-stop squeaking. Remind me to send them a thank-you note.
Sometimes the day brings unexpected misery and other times unexpected happiness. Generally, we don't get to choose. We must roll with the punches to the best of our abilities. No matter what today brings, God is with us, for every heartache and joy.