OK.. All Armadillos have their underbelly..
I feel like an Armadillo at times. Hard shell, gets around well, and sometimes even a little cute. If I have a moment, of exposed anxiety, I remember there is a shell around me and I just keep trudging forward. The faster I move, walk or execute an idea the less likely that thin skinned underbelly will show and I will get hurt. So, I sit here this morning feeling like an Armadillo on his back, legs and feet scrambling trying to get back on his feet to have that shell protect him once again. It doesn't happen to me often. Miss Daisy Bell spent the night here, and she was amazing. The weather yesterday was pretty horrible but she managed to keep her wits about her. (OK she did what dogs do, she slept all day). She didn't run out in the rain too much, and actually seemed to find a way to walk under the umbrella with me. So, we had an OK day sitting at home in the rain. She seems to be eating well. Slowly gaining more strength, and actually showing a little spunk