Lots of death at work lately. I've come to the point where I see it mostly as a relief and a release for the poor old animals and their owners who have been trying hard for a long time, knowing how it would eventually end. Sometimes it seems a such a shame though, when they're young. Usually they're old, and it's time, or past time. My heart hurts for their people. It probably sounds wrong, but it's a good kind of hurt. Maybe like when the Grinch's heart grew two sizes. Not that I was ever a grinch... I don't know how to put it. Maybe compassion just hurts and feels good at the same time.
Puppy vaccines are probably the most fun. Nobody is sick and they're SO CUTE. I have a favorite little bulldog/boxer puppy who has WAY too much skin. He's fun to smoosh and cuddle.
Today wasn't a puppy vaccine day, but I think I get to see one of my favorite little weenie dogs tomorrow. (Shh, don't tell them but all the puppies are my favorite - I couldn't possibly pick just one.)
Scout was hanging out a little closer to Bella and Dan today. I think eventually they'll be peaceful. I can't wait for some free time again to play with Dan and see who he wants to be now that the herd dynamics are so intense. It's probably good that I have to work for a couple days, to give him time to settle, and let them all figure out how their new lives together are going to work.