I'm 30 today and depressed. Not because its my birthday, but because of everything else that has been going on in my world. Yesterday my puppy took a bad spill on his hind legs and did the splits. He yelped, but he did get himself up and has been walking around pretty well, except with a noticeable limp. I called the vet and they said that the limp would be expected. Other than that he seems to be doing ok. He knows he has to rest.
I just hope we can find the jerks who intentionally ran over our dog. I can't believe anyone would be so cruel like that.
Dave is being wonderful. He let me sleep in this morning. And he cooked me a birthday brunch when I got up.
I should really get to work on my syllabus for this semester, but don't feel like it yet.