Problems

We took the demon dog (our latest rescue foster) to the farm yesterday to let her run off some energy. 

That part worked. She frolicked, ran, barked, and played. Tired her out real good.

What didn’t work was the riding part. Made her ill fore and aft.

Seems like every time in life you find one solution, it breeds a another problem. It's like when a city solves the problem of traffic congestion Downtown only to find that there are worse things than traffic congestion Downtown.

Anyway, later we felt so badly for our sick, tired little puppy that we let her come in and watch TV.

Her eyes turned bright red and she immediately went into “destruct mode.”

Even, “Depart Satan. I command you to leave this child,” didn’t work. It was back to solitary confinement with oaths and threats to call PETA. 

Oh well. Today is another day.