I’m going to spare you the pictures.
I know, pictures are what make an article. Pictures speak a thousand words.
You don’t want me to speak a thousand words about poop, vomit, and blood. Nor do you want to see pictures of that. I’m not saying I didn’t take pictures, I’m just saying you don’t want to see them.
I travel a lot for work. On the weekends. A lot of weekends. So many weekends that it feels like vacation when I only have to work Monday through Friday.
I have two weekends off in a row. IN A ROW. That’s just unheard of, right? Naturally, I was looking forward to relaxing, hanging out, reading a book, taking a nap, all those good things.
What did I do?
I cleaned up poop from our old girl, Lily, who sometimes has no idea that what’s happening is actually happening. I mopped up what looked like a violent crime scene when Schooner tore the toenail off his quick. And I cleaned up so many puddles (piles?) of Tango’s vomit that I’ve lost count.
Isn’t that a fun weekend? You envy me, I can tell.
The good news? Everything is now cleaned [if you really need to clean your house, just make sure some biological material gets placed on the floor — there’s no getting around that without a mop and some water].
Schooner’s quick has stopped bleeding. But it looks SO gross, it makes my stomach both flop and squeeze tight when I see that naked quick, still.
Tango’s vomit has slowed to a slow trickle. That sounds even grosser. What I mean is that he’s producing it at a reduced rate. There’s still something going on with the poor boy as it hasn’t completely stopped (and it should have by now). The veterinarians are on the case and more data collection comes tomorrow with an ultrasound. Wish us luck for a boring, ho-hum ultrasound, please.
So. I’m hoping I do get to nap, watch tv, and read a little bit next weekend. Or better yet, maybe I can work outside prepping my flowerbeds for spring’s imminent arrival?