One day, I went into work, feeling pretty lousy. I was cranky from lack of sleep. I had a head ache, and was still irritated from the fact that girls that had less experience and less interest in handling animals, were being trained in the posistion I desperately wanted.

I performed my morning duties and had managed to make it to noon without biting some one's head off. I took the first dog out of it's kennel, and took her outside. It was a cold, windy and some what rainy day in December. The wind was freezing, and pierced right through my jacket, which only made me more grouchy.

I looked down, and there at my feet, untouched by the fierce wind, was this little dead butterfly. It was almost as if some one wanted me to have it. It was the first time in my life I've ever felt that way about anything.

The rain soon after ceased, and the clouds started to let the sun shine through. The wind kept up, but it didn't seem as chilling.

Anyway...xD enough about that. Hope ya'll enjoy the picture and just wanted to tell the story behind it. =]