A few hours ago, Baxter made me remember what will be tough about having a dog. Dad was sweeping up dead ladybugs, and Baxter is scared of the broom. I came over and held Baxter, and asked dad to bring the broom over. He did, and Baxter tried to get out of my arms. We tried to calm him down, and I thought we'd succeeded, so I let him go. He tried to run, so Dad and I grabbed him to calm him down. He peed all over my leg! Ug! Those jeans could have been worn again!!
Oh well, it's kind of funny now!
I'm still having a hard day, and realizing I still need to call metro transit about tomorrow's O&M eval. I hope they open early. Better go look up the phone number!
Well, that's gonna be all so I can get a fairly good sleep!