Yesterday, I stained our fence.
I felt like Huckleberry Finn or Tom Sawyer, I can't remember which one, but I do know it was not nearly as exciting and instead of overalls I sported an array of yoga gear that did not even come close to matching.
Then about 10 minutes in I really started to regret this decision and around dinnertime after I had finished I really really regretted it when I could no longer lift my arms up over my head.
I will never stain a fence again.
Then Landry started to get really sick. I'll spare you the details. Just know I really wanted to cry and to just be able to sit down and watch the Apprentice.
Then boy's crown on his front tooth fell off. And I did cry, but only from laughter because he looked hilarious.
This morning my sweet Landry was only getting worse. I phoned the vet (and the dentist) and got an appointment for the afternoon. Before I loaded him up though I had to run something to the post office to mail. During my eagerness to get out of there to hurry to Landry's appointment, I accidentally filled something out wrong on the customs forms. Which can I add are always such a pain. When the worker pointed it out I made a joke like sorry I'm not trying to be difficult today. And then he said.
It's okay your just a woman.
It was one of those awkward moments where someone takes a joke just a tad too far. If my arms weren't so gosh darn sore I would have jumped across the desk and slapped him. But I smiled and left.
I load Landry up and we head out to the vet. Our old vet was super close, but I recently decided to switch when I woke up and realized I was being robbed blind every time I went in. Also, they didn't seem like pet people which is sadly ironic for the business they were in.
I found when looking for a new vet the two best questions to ask are, do you like dogs? and are you putting a child through college now or anytime soon? So we have a new vet and I adore them. They love on my boys and they totally remind me of that vet on the movie "Baby Boom".
We get seen right away and come to the conclusion pretty quickly that he probably ate something. They do an x-ray and some blood work and thankfully find no large objects on the x-ray. He either passed it and it upset his system or it was small enough to not be seen on the x-ray and it will pass. He was really dehydrated so they loaded him up on fluids, gave us some meds and special food and homeboy and I were out of there.
Sadly, he can't eat for the rest of the day and as I type this he's curled up next to me and his little stomach is growling so loud. Bless his heart.
If I were to bet on which dog would end up in the vet for eating something wrong, I totally would have placed all my bets on the one that eats toilet paper straight off the roll.