Some Days...

A giant tabby pees on the mat at the bottom of the stairs.
A small black cat flicks kitty litter on everything within ten feet.
A teenie tiny dog pees on his blanket.
A big dog with one blue eye and one brown eye chews on her dog house and gets splinters everywhere on the deck.
You forget about garbage day and the garbage bin is already almost overflowing. (From forgetting it the week previous as well).

But Some Days.
That tabby crawls into bed with you at two in the morning, his purr motor going just lookin' for love. And you can't help it you love on him, pull him closer and give him kisses because he really is the best tabby ever.
That small black kitty greets you at your bedroom door, gets picked up like a baby and pets your face purring ever so loudly; in the quiet, first few minutes of your morning.
That teeny tiny puppy knows exactly what to do when he goes outside and happily trots back in staring up at you, tail wagging because he knows he did right.
That big dog sits down ever so quietly, laying her head against your knee, letting you kiss her nose and stroke her face, absolutely adoring your attention.
You don't mind the garbage bin, after all, it's just garbage and you had more important things to do, like petting kitties and getting in one extra good-bye kiss before work.