Tuesday wasn't so great. Without going into details, I can symbolically summarize it by the karma of coming home. I immediately let my dog out back and she stood around the yard. I let her in when she came to the back door and she immediately ran to the carpet and vomited yellow bile, a few biscuits and a dead mole. This was my kismet for today.
I would ask where she found a dead mole but walking around my yard, I imagine they are bountiful and that is what the snakes like to feed on. So, Baby simply ate one neglected by a snake.
She came in, heaved, and in the sunshine chunks of her puke, was a mole. Need I say more.