I've been pooped on, peed on, stepped in puke, scratched and chewed on.
I slipped on ice going out in the snow to pick up my 7lb hospice senior who got stuck in another dog's footprints in the snow, carried my other 65lb sanctuary senior down the back 2 story ice covered stairs because hes the most stubborn tripod ever.
Passed out everyone's drugs at breakfast, stabbed myself with a needle giving fluids, did 7 loads of dog laundry, spilled a bottle of bleach all over myself and my favorite boots.
Almost had a meltdown because, well, 3 screaming 7.5week old puppies will make you do that, bottlefed six 3 week old puppies around the clock, and ya know, took care of all the other "regulars" around here.
Its almost 5 o'clock and I'm exhausted.
But all in all, another day doing what I love.
And any day doing what you love is a good day.
My one complaint, I need more hands or more hours in the day.