Have you ever had one of those day when all you want to do is crawl back in bed and have a do-over? Well this is shaping out to be one of those days.

This morning while feeding the dogs, Lei (all 100 pounds of her German Shepherdness jumped off her dog house landing square on my foot. I have a very handsome bruise spreading from my big toe to my ankle. I also have a very painful hard swelling on the side of my foot- I am suspecting a bone bruise. I can’t hardly walk, but I know if I would call the doctor on Monday, they would just tell me I need to die by appointment only! Health care in this town is nothing more than a joke anymore! I also know they would take an x-ray $85.00 I would have to pay $40.00 for them to tell me I hurt my foot and bruised it… then they would tell me to stay off it and give me pills that would make my already numb brain dumber. No thanks! We won’t even get into the cost of pain killers at the pharmacy.

I come back into the kitchen only to discover the kittens have knocked down the paper towel holder- a magnificent feat considering it is five feet in the air! And they and the other cats are now fully engaged in paper towel play! Harmless fun for sure, but awfully messy to clean up.

I have been working with Dash over the last few days. Initiating contact with her, even though she would prefer to be left alone. I have been successful in being able to pet her without incidence, but this morning just as I was going in for the pet, Matuse leaped onto the condo (where Dash was) and guess who got nailed? It wasn’t Matuse!

Dash has been here almost a year now, she is an older feral cat who when she arrived with four others, she was in such bad shape that even the vet thought she was only a 6 month old kitten! Turned out, after she had some groceries, she was way older than that, and turned out to be the mom to the other five kittens who arrived with her. They were found in an abandoned campground and brought here.

So I decide to do something that doesn’t involve animals and begin to clean the kitchen. I drop a plate and where does it hit? You guessed it, my sore foot! Man, I really do want a do-over today!