Why is it that more than one (bad) thing happens on a day? Or two?
I spent nearly all of Monday in the emergency room -- thanks to kidney stones. (Not me -- a family member) Which also meant sitting in the truck most of the time in the parking lot, due to Granddog Freya, who loves to bark/growl at every Intrusion, imagined or otherwise. I must have told her to shut up a dozen times.
Thankfully, Daughter #2 and Son #1, who were coming down soon anyways, made an executive decision and arrived early. They came into Alamosa...
Fiften minutes after we were finally allowed to go home around midnight.
It's been great to have the kids here, and helping out.
Then Miss Bo banged her head somehow. (Or got a bug bite - who knows.) She developed a huge abcess that made her look like a duckbill dinosaur.
Bo, in better times
I finally got a vet appt. Today. So Bo was dragged off to the vet's, sedated and had her head lanced. She was NOT thrilled about it, either. Even the vet said, "She'll be happy to leave."
She is back home now, exhausted and a bit woozy, with a bloody spot on the side of her head. She got some blood on our bed quilt, but I didn't have the heart to punish her. Hopefully the blood comes out of the quilt.
And now you know what I've been doing the past few days.
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