It Could Have Been Worse

My plans for this sunny Saturday didn’t include shampooing my carpets, re-mopping the kitchen floors and picking up what seemed like 20 stuffed animals from the living room , but it could have been worse.

Evidently I slept through a pretty nasty storm during the night. I may have insomnia but once I’m out, I’m out!

My 70lb German short-haired pointer is inside for a few months while he undergoes heartworm treatment. Salem is a four year old ball of long legs and energy. Keeping him in a kennel and leash walking him is not the best situation but with the alternative being letting the heartworms win, I will gladly do it.

I awoke to my smaller dogs yapping furiously. I opened my bedroom door to what seemed like forty pounds of dog poop landmines all over the living room floor, the aforementioned stuffed animals all over the couch and a very guilty looking dog smiling up at me from my four month old new couch. There was shredded newspaper on the floor and a suspiciously empty Ziploc bag peeking around the corner from the dining room.

After I regained my composure, I grabbed Salem and leashed him up to the porch in the shade so I could assess the damage.

It could have been worse.

The poop could have been runny.

It could have been worse.

The stuffed animals, which belong to my granddaughter, could have been chewed up.

It could have been worse.

The poop could have been on my new couch.

It could have been worse.

Salem could have hurt himself breaking out of the steel kennel.

It could have been worse.

The shredded newspaper contained large shells and fishing net to decorate for an up coming party yet nothing inside the paper was damaged.

It could have been worse.

The empty Ziploc bag was the one with chocolate chip-less cookies.

It could have been worse.

I could have left the baby shower cake out on the counter instead of in the fridge.

It could have been worse.

The storm could have blown the whole house away.

It could have been worse.

I could have slept until 1pm instead of 11am and had to go into Wonder Woman mode to clean everything up in time to get to the 2pm baby shower.

It could have been worse.

The baby shower could have been planned for my house.

My point is, crap happens folks, but it could always be worse.

Look on the bright side and have a great weekend!

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