The day that sucked

The day I made my last car payment was the same day my dalmatian ripped her dew claw and was bleeding pretty bad. It was after 5 on a friday and we took her to the only vet other than ves that was open. They took her back to give her a sedative and bandage her foot. While they did that mom went outside to call dad and give him an update. I came outside and she said my tire looked low. My brother was working for America's Tire so we called him to come fix it. He came over and discovered I had run over a nail. I had no idea how to change a tire so, having some time, he was going to teach me. Against his better judgment he used to jack that came with my car. He got the tire off ok but the car then fell off the jack and bent the fender so you couldn't open the front passanger door. Ooops! In the mean time they brought my dog out and handed mom the leash (Sonnet was still really groggy). Mom was sitting on the curb watching us, my brother was upset cause he hurt my car and Sonnet was crashed out on the ground. It was then I noticed mom was sitting in an ant hill. I said "hey mom, someone now dead once said it'll all be alright in the end, if it's not alright it's not the end." I smiled at her. She did not smile back.