Woke up this morning to my black lab sicker than hell and "oozing" (nasty) brown fluid from <ahem>, TMI. I mopped up and rushed her to OSU to see what the hell was going on. She has been eating every crotch in every pair of underwear and pants that my daughter and I own, so I, being a clinician, assumed it was an obstruction...Not so...I went to Vet school for nothing. She has an infection and is in surgery, as we speak. She will be fine and home, resting peacefully, tonight.
Today I am grateful that I was here when it happened and that my kids were not. I am also happy that my husband declared her "solely" to me, saying "She is YOUR dog, what would you like me to do about it?" You see, I was 8 months pregnant with Jack and was nesting and saw an ad for the cutest puppy I have ever seen. It was my Mazie. That night, after work, I took $50 bucks and every back holler/dirt road to buy my girl and she was worth it. My husband wasn't happy that I bought a puppy right before my son was due...."Why would you buy a dog without letting me know first?" I called him on the way home...I mean, sheesh, what is the big deal? When he met her, he fell in love though.....of this, I am sure. Except now she is all mine :)
To quote Whitney: "Exhale" I have an amazing support system in my Dad, who said, "Why don't you let me handle this one, today? You have enough on your plate." He is picking her up and bringing her here, while I work to pay off the damages. See, just when I think I can't handle much more (yes, it could be worse, yadda yadda).....somebody swoops in and lets me know that I am loved and I can bear more....if they lighten my load a little.
