I was going to write all about the new sleeping arrangement, the one where Jake is no longer in a crate, Melvin can’t tolerate his snoring and I get less sleep than a zombie but instead… I will write a quick update on sixty seconds from last night.
I had a migraine all weekend. I’m fine but it did require intervention from the ER. Suffice it to say, when I got home from my medical rave, I was a little ‘out of it’. I did as I always do, I let Jake out of the mudroom and he took off running (as per usual) in the direction of the foyer to make love to his girlfriend, the carpet. On the way to his rendezvous, he slipped. Next thing I know, and again I’m a bit out of it at this point so part of me was wondering if this was even happening, his leg was seemingly no longer in his hip socket. It was just dragging. I did a double take and then one look at his face (pure panic) and I knew this was not my imagination I made a 911 call to our fake vet tech across the street announcing that I was not coherent enough to know what to do and may have spouted off something about a broken leg. She came right over, and after about 20 minutes, his leg was back to normal.
I am taking him to the vet, just to be sure. But… I will admit that had this happened to Max (my first on-my-own dog) I would have had a helicopter come get us to take us to the ER vet. For Melvin I would likely have driven him myself, drug induced and all, to the ER vet. Poor third child Jake gets me, his Godmother the fake vet tech and a few ‘you OK buddy?’ gestures. Don’t get me wrong, I love him, purely and truly. I liken it to two-legged third-child syndrome. The first child get’s everything boiled and sterilized By the time you get to the third child you decide your own saliva is just as good as, if not better than, boiling water.
Everyone is on the mend and you still have the sleeping arrangement update to look forward to!