Butt battle.

On the water.

Ever have one of those days, that no matter what you did to fix a certain situation, tried and trusted things, and they just didn't work? 

I was tested yesterday, and I would have to say that there was a time that I felt I'd failed. 

Thursday

It wasn't a good day, or pretty day. Even though there were good parts in it. Sweetie was a grump, a mama bear that had her cubs taken away. She made Grumpy look like a fun-loving dwarf. 

She didn't want to go anywhere, made many trips to the front door, then back to her den. I thought she wanted to go for a ride, and no sooner did I put her seat belt on her, she took it off, and I wasn't going to take her out without her belt on. So, that didn't work. We went for a walk around the block, and on the way back, she almost fell, out of energy, but once back into the house, it started all over again. 

She fought me at everything. Towards the end of the day, I was able to get her on the potty and clean her butt. I think that that was the problem all day. A dirty butt. For after the butt battle was over, she began to calm down, to the point that we ended the evening in our special cuddling way.  

Driver knows that sometimes a bad day on the Road to Dementia Town, will mean better times ahead. For that is the way we are traveling, down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.