Woke up this morning to the sounds of a neighbor revving their car engine repeatedly, and I thought it was a motorcycle. It was that loud. And our next door neighbor let out one of their dogs EARLY, and he proceeded to bark, and bark, and bark. Then, figured, what the heck, so I got my tea and noticed that Daisy the pug was coughing like she had a year ago when we had to take her to the emergency vet. Well, she just wasn't getting better and we were all getting antsy listening to her.
So, one son called the vet. near us to find out how late they'd be open, and two of the kids went with me to take Daisy. Well, turned up she had the same prognosis as last year---a kennel cough sort of thing (even though she'd been vaccinated---huh), but what really got to all of us was the diagnosis of a bladder infection (no surprise), but further noted as bladder stones which will require surgery.
Hasn't life been eventful enough for us lately? Yeah, I thought so too.
So, after a 3 week round of antibiotics, we'll schedule the surgery, praying all along that a miracle will happen and she'll be healed completely, or that the stones will begin to shrink. Why not, right? I'm not saying that lightly, but admit that my faith can be a bit thin.
On other fronts, Gary had been working on the floor (mentioned below) all day with one of the boys, and it's like plumbing. It's never quite as easy as you hope. He had to re-do the threshold to the backyard, and repair a place where the old tile had been mended and had worked its way up again. Now he's finishing out the edges. Bless his heart, I know his knees are screaming and he's just about done in. Keeps on truckin' though, as is his way.
