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Sunday, October 22

 

the week started with such promise ...

and all went to hell.


Friday morning running down the stairs to go out for her walk, Sabrina managed to rip one toe nail right out of her foot; blood everywhere, crying (me), whining (her) and the big fella to the rescue - he took her into the vet where they cleaned it out really good, complimented me on my emergency dressing and then redressed it. We're supposed to change the dressing daily, let it air out if she's just laying around and after two or three days discontinue the dressing.

I was a wreck when I went to work on Friday; I called the big fella after an appropriate amount of time for him to have travelled the one hour to the vet. He was sitting in McDonalds having breakfast before he took her in. I exclaimed that my baby could be bleeding to death, but she was asleep in the back seat, he thought he'd have to wait quite a while at the vet's and was hungry. [shrug] Anyway, he called me back a little later, they were able to get her in right away, she cried and howled the entire time, but she was fine. The nail should grow back.


My various attempts at dressing have not been that successful. However, that is one skill that I hope I don't need to perfect. Yesterday morning's attempt was far from the svelte and compact version the vet had created. Instead I ended up giving the poor dog a club foot. I redid it a few hours later and it ended up being too loose and was slipping off her foot when we went out for the mid-day pee break. Last night's was a little better.


It ended up being a crazy week!

Work was okay, bearing in mind the backlog of being away from my office for three weeks. I would have rather still stayed home, but it was ... okay. Midweek the big fella discovered that one of my bikes in the garage fell off its storage hook and put a dent in my car. Damn it. Sizeable dent and scratched the paint, so we're going to have to get it into the body shop for repairs. He got an estimate when he was in town on Friday; they were going to fax it to his office - probably around $500 for that. That's less than the deductible on our policy.

My big plan to relax more, exercise, eat better, sleep more, etc. etc. which I developed during our fabulous vacation also went all to hell this week. I wasn't organized enough by Tuesday morning, and it just all slipped away as the week progressed. Blech.

Friday night we had a potluck to attend - a farewell to an Australian park warden and his family who came to our park two summers running as an exchange program with Parks Victoria. I rushed home and hurriedly put together a great shepherd's pie, but the goddamn thing spilled over in the oven, smoke filled the house, the smoke alarm was blaring, ugh. So yesterday I had to clean the oven; I hate cleaning the oven.

My plan of spending the weekend doing the laundry, and not much else but relaxing and working on this crocheted afghan hasn't panned out yet. Yesterday was tending to the dog's paw, cleaning the oven, cleaning the basement (which needed tidying and vacuuming) and then while I was down there, I tackled the yarn room. It needed a good straightening out and culling. I have a couple of big batches of yarn to give to my sister and I reorganized and labelled all the other yarn I'm keeping. And I have my little fab yarn corner here in my computer room as well. All I need to do is find more time to actually knit!

The crochet ripple afghan is coming along. My intended deadline has been brought forward somewhat, but I'll just keep plugging away at it and when it's done, I'll give it to the intended recipient. I like the pattern, it's nice and easy to remember and makes a really nice afghan. I'll get a photo soon.



posted by Terri at 10/22/2006 09:36:00 AM
Comments:
oh poor Sabrina - and poor you! I hope this week goes much better.
 
Oh dear this is my bigest fear with Holly. She HATES for me to cut her nails so they are longer than I like them to be. She still has her dew claws (the vet did not recommand removal) so I'm always in fear of an accident like this... Glad Sabrina is ok, I'm amazed she has not ripped/chewed the dressing off her foot!
 
Oh poor baby! It's not unusual though--Snowball would do it often enough he never even noticed (because he'd do it while playing, snag the nail on something and it would just go pinging off into the distance and he'd still be going after whatever full bore). It looks so icky though, and it stings I guess. Sounds like you guys had it worse though than we've had, we've never had very much blood, nothing that pressure didn't stop. But, y'know, we have so many of them at the kennel, we don't really care. ;)

Sounds like a bitch of a week. Mmmm...shepherd's pie....mmmm...
 
That's always the way it goes with plans, right? You finally think "ok, now I'm gonna have time to start ___" and then life throws some small curve balls at you.

I happen to have a shepherd's pie ready to pop in the oven tonight after we walk the girls. I'll have to make a note to watch it closely. I don't want to have to clean the oven either. First time I've made it.
 
I'm sorry, but seeing her paw up in the air wrapped in a bandage brought back memories for me and I had to laugh. When my Jack Russell 'chose' me, she still had her rear dewclaws and the vet recommended that I have them removed because Jacks are notorious for ripping them off in the bush chasing down 'anything that moves.' So, to make a long story short, when I needed to change her dressing I wrapped it too tightly...the consequence? She looked like Popeye's dog! Her toes were twice the normal size! LOL I still feel badly, but am glad the vet was sympathetic when I called in hysterics.
 
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