You'll remember that yesterday started out with my curling iron breaking in half during my preparations for work. Well, after that it didn't get much better. I searched all through my bedroom for a pair of navy blue stockings, since I wanted to wear a certain suit that pretty much requires navy blue stockings (or at least it looks much better with navy blue stockings.) However, I couldn't find them anywhere, so I gave up and put a different suit on--a red and black suit. I went on in to work, and was halfway through the count when I looked down and realized that I was wearing navy blue stockings. With a red and black suit. AIEEEE!

Luckily I keep spare stockings in my attache so it wasn't the end of the world, fashion-wise, but it was still darned aggravating.

I took Zeus for a walk over to the parents' house yesterday afternoon. He was incredibly well-behaved and managed to get along with their dogs fairly well. (Not too difficult since he's twice the size of them, but the only overt sign of dominance he made was to crap on my parents' lawn.) We played outside for a bit and then I went on to bed while he plopped down in the living room. I thought he was just really tired, but then when I woke up he was obviously not feeling well at all--very listless and showing none of his usual energy/personality. Really had me worried, especially since I knew I'd have to leave him for several hours while I went on to work.

So of course I fretted and worried about him the entire time I was at work. I had horrible visions of him being deathly ill and not making it through the night. Jim kept reassuring me that Zeus would be fine and I should just bring him in to the vet in the morning. But I still worried and when I got the chance to leave work a couple of hours early I jumped at it so I could get home to check on him. And luckily he was looking a bit better when I walked in the door, but he's still very much not himself, and now it looks like he's favoring his right front leg. So we have an appointment with the vet at 10:30. We were supposed to start some other training today for beginning to focus/control his aggression, and other miscellaneous stuff that's not being covered in the other class, but that's going to have to be postponed now. And I'll probably skip his regular obedience class tomorrow too and give him a chance to get completely wellest.

I don't think I could ever be a mother. I'd worry myself completely to death.