Well, I don't have shades or shutters but the sad events of this weekend make me wish could retreat to the relative safety of my home, stay on the sofa and watch cartoons with the boys. We are out of Cheetos and apple juice so I know I will have to leave home sooner or later. Right now even a trip to the grocery store seems to require more energy than I have.
On Sunday, our eleven year old Boston Terrier was hit by a car. I did not know the side gate was open when I let him out back into the fenced in yard. Right now, Spencer is home from the emergency animal clinic. His prognosis is unknown. He is in a lot of pain and unable to walk. I will take him back to the veterinarian tomorrow.
Spencer was my very first baby and gave me so many years of unconditional love and loyalty. He is incredibly innocent and special. For a while that's all I'll say about the situation.