A Bad Day

Everyone has bad days. I haven't had too many bad days lately, just kind of boring ones. Work has been slow, the weather is getting colder and gloomier, and money is getting tighter with our country's current state of affairs. But all in all, I'm doing just fine. Bailey, our fearless pooch, on the other hand, had a bad day the other day. This is what I came home to find in our living room.

And this is how she reacted to mommy yelling. Not...a...care...in...the...world.

After I cleaned up after the debacle, Bailey and I went out to our familiar stopping grounds, the field by our condo. We do the same exact thing every night. Get the ball, and head out about 10 seconds after I get home. It's her release from being cooped up all day I suppose. When we got there she went to the bathroom 3 or 4 times, about 2 or 3 more than she normally does. I lost my bags to pick it up, and had to chase some poor girl down to see if she had extra bags because Bailey was still going all over the place. This was not normal. Not sure if she ate some of the bed in all her furry, or just didn't feel well.

After the field and throwing her bed in the dumpster, Bailey seemed a little lost all night. I found her in the guest room, kind of hiding out. Then thirty minutes later I found her in our bedroom, laying in the dark. Again, not normal for a dog we often refer to as the Tasmanian Devil.

Later, after I made and cleaned up dinner, I laid on the couch and she jumped up and cuddled next to me, falling asleep with her head on my lap. I'd look down at her and she would be gazing up at me like she couldn't ever live without me, like she wanted me to make all her pain go away. It was so cute, and I love Bailey moments like this. I feel needed and like the mommy I long to be. I felt like with a little tlc I turned her bad day into an almost bearable one.