Tiny is the universe.

One dog turd can ruin your whole day. I got up at 7:15 and took Tiny to get his rabies shot this morning at the rabies vaccination clinic held at the police station. I held him in my arms as the nice, handsome gentleman gave him his shot. The man said, "Uh-oh. Cleanup on aisle three."

I looked down and Tiny had dropped a load. Luckily, most of it missed my shirt and pants, but some of it splattered on my shoe.

Sometimes I think Tiny is a metaphor for the whole universe.

Oh, yeah. It rained my exercise out again. It is 9:04. I am writing off this whole day.