Disabled Dog Reminder - Don't Forget to Smile

Argh. Ugh. Enough already. Just when I could think of the umpteenth reason to lose my temper in a morning jam packed with irritations - such as finding the 15.5 year old terrier in my care hobbling-running back covered in mud from next to the highway after digging himself out of the yard - I remember to smile. Somehow, by God's grace alone in fact, I have managed to hold my temper at bay - so far anyway. And when I finally plunk down on my bed after a morning trying to get 16 mostly special n...