Okay....so I started off having a bad day.  Then a few of you helped get me going in the right direction *thanks* and I started picking up the house before work.  Cleaning (or at least the end result) always makes me in a better mood.  Then on my way to work I popped in Bob Marley.   How can you not get a little happier, or just forget about your problems completely when you listen to Bob?  I was listening to his Songs of Freedom disk #4....it's awesome.  It has 3 Little Birds on it.  Every little thing was alright. 

So work is fine and I'm pretty much all better.  One of my favorite dogs were there (I work in a grooming shop) named Valle.  She's a big beautiful Lab/Newfoundland Mix.  Her mommy (owner) died about 6 months ago and she still has sad eyes......so I always give her lots of lovin'! 

When I got home things were good, and I was so happy to see my son.  He was really happy to see me too, of course and I gave him lots of lovin' too. 

So my son was playing on this box right in front of us, and he falls and hits his head on the wall.  It's terrible when that happens, but I guess toddlers do it a lot.  So I scooped him up really fast like a super mom would do, and right about that time my Weimaraner Moby lunged forward and snapped.  His teeth pinched Noah's skin on his arm. (Something about the way Noah was crying and me picking him up fast, plus I think Moby was jealous) I might as well say he bit him.  I love my dogs, so it's hard for me to come to the realization that this happened.  It really surprised me because Moby and Noah have been getting along so good.  Moby is an inside dog and never spent a day outside in his life.  But my bf said he HAS to go outside now.  I understand.  Until I can get him used to it slowly, I just won't let them around each other.   It's fucked up. 

So of course I cried.  I'm sensitive when it comes to things like that.  Plus if you read my other post you'll know I already wasn't having a good day.

So I'm getting a headache now.  My bf is at band practice.  I'm gonna do my nightly ritual of puffing and go watch my recordings of One Life to Live.  Maybe it sounds pathetic, but it's going to do the trick for me.