What did we do Saturday night? Well, thanks for asking. Kell and I had plans to grill some most excellent tuna, and this happened. Olive had a run-in with her favorite ball and broke what I called her "thumb" nail/claw. One hour at the animal ER and a swipe of the debit card later, Olive was all bandaged up with meds in tow. She squealed so loudly while in the care of the sweet vets and techs, they came into the waiting room twice to tell us they weren't mistreating her. Who knew dogs could be drama queens?
1 comment:
DEAR OLIVE,
I HAVE BEEN SICK BEFORE AND IT IS NOT FUN. MAKE YOUR MOMMY GIVE YOU LOTS OF TREATS. MAYBE YOUR DADDY WILL TOO. I WOULDN'T KNOW BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A DADDY.
RUFF RUFF.
LUV,
MAX
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