Our youngest came to me in tears today, saying it was "that day" for her dog Cody. Amidst hugs, I told her just to spend time with him outside, and to watch to see if he could still offload a landmine. I also had to explain that what she thought was a skin failure, was not...which is good, because if that happens, it will be "that day".
She sat on the shelter roof, and I tried to coax Cody up beside her. He couldn't make it up the hill until the neighbor's dog began barking. That got Cody up hill in a hurry, where he defended the yard with some barking of his own.
I went back inside, but soon our youngest daughter came in, smiling, and she ran up to me, crying "he did it! " (doggie landmine).
Today is a good day after all. It is NOT "that day."