Rejection

It was one of those days. Rather tired and emotionally unstable. Those types of days always have something lying in wait for me.

Today it was babysitting.

I love babysitting. Children are precious to me... but... Well I was trying to get the 2 year old little girl to go to sleep so I started singing. I was most of the way through the song when all of a sudden she yells "STOP!!!". I stop singing and raise my eyebrow. Was she telling me to stop singing? Just to make sure that that was what she was telling me I started the song again and she instantly yelled at me to stop again. I guess lullabies are for babies... oh wait... Oh cruel rejection.

Same day mind you; The mother arrived home and was going to let her two tiny wiener dogs out. One decided it didn't want to come when she called it and seeing as she was holding the baby I went over to herd the little foot long dog out into the yard. I reached down to nudge the dog towards the door... Well that tiny dog tried to take off my finger... it wasn't too bad except I have been caring for my new over 80lbs Greyhound for the past few days and he is as sweet as can be, then I go over to babysit a two year old girl with two small dachshunds and all of sudden I have one too many fingers and the smaller of the two decides to try to take care of that.

I love children. But small dogs are not my specialty. Just a shout-out to all y'all small dogs: I'd like to keep all of my finger and toe appendages.

Side Note
My dog, Digby, discovered the world of squeaky toys. He will never again be satisfied with plain ol' toys. It started out as a source of laughter to watch him squeak, and squeak, and squeak, and squeak... but now I have a headache and will go to bed with squeaks haunting my dreams...