Sadly even the happiest of pup’s are not immune from days of rain, and even into the most joyful heart days of illness do come.


Yikes, who turned on the sun when my head feels like its the stomping grounds for a thousand person marching band? Please turn it off until tomorrow mourning.

But the good news is that as miserable as the unwanted days where pain does rain, the pleasant days of flower filled sunshine are certain to follow.


What a difference a day makes. Yesterday I was a quivering mass of puppy pain, and today I feel as bright and cheery as a garden full of fresh blooming  flowers.