To the left shows Buster Dog (aka, #1 son) enjoying Dog Night at the Texas Rangers baseball game last August. He's wearing his favorite ballplayer's jersey, Hank Barks-a-lot. Buster barked when they played "Who Let the Dogs Out" and when the Rangers did something good. He and the other 800 dogs there had a blast, but Buster's favorite part was probably eating a hot dog and an ice cream cone. Yup, he was living the good life back then.
Alas, no more sweets for Buster. Buster had to get a tooth pulled Friday. $200 at the vet later, he's still as cheery as ever, so I suppose all is well. Did I mention that he's part goat? Yeah, ignore that I call him Buster Dog. It's really Buster Goat. The vet said Buster probably loosened the tooth biting a rock. A rock?
So, as Buster can attest, there are worst things than Monday mornings. Uh, tooth pulling, for one. The old saying, 'painful as a root canal' (or whatever variation) made me consider this weekend what I felt was painful about authoring. Granted, I'm unpublished, so I'm sure a whole new set of experiences await me. My top three so far: (3) being stumped on a word choice and wasting time trying to fix a sentence, (2) revising a draft to the point that I can't tell whether it's any good, and (1) receiving limited feedback.
What about you? Just remember, it can't be worse than a Monday morning or a tooth pulling.