Ok, somehow I've pissed off a deity or something. That's the only thing I can figure with the string of luck that's found me.
FIRST - I break my leg (or rather, my dog breaks it for me) and am stuck at home for the past 7 weeks, with potentially 4-5 more to go.
SECOND - The dog gets sick. Hubby is off at the emergency vet (regular vet had it's own emergencies, so...) and I'm waiting to hear. It's probably just a bug or something. Gomez hasn't eaten much over the past few days - even with the enticement of rice and chicken - and has lost weight. Last night he threw up what little he HAD eaten, and wasn't interested in drinking anything this morning, so off to the vet he goes.
THIRD - My wonderful, 78-year-old dad slips on the ice up in Michigan and breaks TWO bones in his left ankle. He's in a lot of pain, and facing surgery. He too, lives in a multi-story home.
Yeesh.
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When life gives you lemons, play Motorhead records. Quite loudly.
.....well, it usually works for me, anyway.
Please keep us posted on your dad. I sure hope his recovery is a quick one.
And also update about Gomez. We've fought through some scary times in the early days of our first pooch, Muncie (remember him?). We managed to drag him through the effects of distemper (a scary thing) and went on to have a wonderful life together.
So keep that pup healthy, dagnabit.
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