Not a good weekend. A bloody awful one as a matter of fact.
Our pug was attacked by a much larger dog early Saturday morning. The morning routine is to put her out the back door then meet her at the front when she's finished doing her doggie business (it doesn't take long since she knows we feed the cats canned food while she's outside. She likes to eat the leftovers). We assume someone else must have put their own dog out to "self walk" on Saturday and the animal added a quick dash through other people's yards when it encountered geriatic gimpy Ginger, methodically moving through her morning routine, and whoever initiated the confrontation, Ginny came out the worse for it, with puncture wounds on her back, side and front leg.
The vet thought a thousand dollar surgery would be ideal, but he also thought Ginny would be facing a six-months quarantine confinement once she recovered since records showed she'd not received a rabies booster the last two times we'd taken in and that he might not get an answer out of Animal Control in Raleigh until Monday. At that point we were all in agreement that it might be better to have her put to sleep.
But then the return call came in from Raleigh that if we signed a form stating we were aware she might have rabies, she could go home with us. We opted not to spring for surgery, but to have her wounds cleaned and closed and see how well she'd do on antibotics and pain meds. So far she appears to be doing well, but we'll get the official opinion when she goes in for a check-up this afternoon.
S. had to stay with her while L. saw R. off at the airport in Raleigh and I drove her car back to Charlotte from Chapel Hill (this after a quick lunch in Durham). R.'s been sick and on antibiotics since Friday (and L. just showed up home from work with some of the same symptoms), so you can imagine how much enthusiasm she had the 21-hour trip she had in store. Unless she encountered even more delays than were built in to start (long layovers in Boston and London), she should have reached Prague about an hour ago.
And then when I got home from work last night, I discovered that even though S. had set up the dvr properly to record Deadwood, the machine malfunctioned and recorded Full House instead.
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