Threes

Bad news comes in threes. So they say. This week has been rough. I went to work on Tuesday to find all but one fish dead in the saltwater tank. I lost Snappy, who has been with me for about a year. He was one tough fish. Wednesday, we got news that Ron died. He was our new Chem teacher. Just eleven days in the classroom and now he's gone. So sad to lose the good ones. I came home that evening and only one dog came to the door. Scruff had gotten scared of the bad weather and hid in the bathroom. He somehow got the door closed and was stuck. He somehow LOCKED the door. And then he crapped himself and ran around in it. And damaged the sheetrock. In my new house. I've gotten very little sleep this week. He is panicky. Sedatives aren't doing much good. He is finallly relaxed this evening. Hope it lasts. Today, I get news that Rhonda shattered her arm. Bad news. And my grandfather has cancer. And Brian has a staph infection. Next week will have to be better. I got double dose of bad this week.

What does this have to do with the horses? They are my saving grace. A few hugs will cure anything. I haven't decided which is the best. Becca offers sweet, gentle snuggles. Diesel has the puppy dog hugs. And Priss has the love of a lifetime thing going for her. She may grunt and growl but her love is powerful. Combine all three and you have a cure all. My life is blessed.