The injured: one
grandson, one dog
The incidents: two
Over the weekend,
Austin grandson Sawyer—the one with no interest in sports except his BMX bike
(whatever that is)--fell off his bike exiting the bowl (no, I don’t know what
that is either) and broke his right elbow and wrist. He faces four weeks in a
cast. Sawyer’s big thing is the School of Hard Rock, and he had awesome guitar
parts in a concert coming up in two weeks. No more. As you can tell from the
look on his face, he’s bummed. And, I imagine, in some pain.
Cricket, left, and Sophie on a better day |
Closer to home, it
wasn’t a playground nor was it a grandchild. It was two dogs trying to exit the
cottage door at the same time. We all know Sophie is wildly enthusiastic, while
her two Cavalier cousins are more passive. This morning, while I was in the
shower, Sophie apparently barreled out the door—and when Cricket didn’t move
fast enough, Sophie simply stepped on her and fled. Now I’m pretty
self-sufficient, but I wouldn’t feel good about being left in the shower. Jordan
got me out, then turned to Cricket who was hiding between the commode and the
wall. She carried her inside, came back to report they thought her leg was
broken, but it would be three hours before the vet could see her.
Finally, a verdict:
sprain, agitated arthritis in one hip and leg. Treatment: rest and meds for a
week. Cricket is fine with that—sleeps in the middle of the floor, allows
herself to be carried out to potty. Sophie must have felt guilty, because she
kept watch on the back deck for much of the morning.
Trivia of the day:
a Canadian bride decided guests should pay for the privilege of attending her
lavish wedding (wonder what etiquette book she’s been reading?). She set the
feet at $1,500 and was indignant when only eight guests responded. Her indignation
unfortunately found voice with several expletives. Long story short: wedding’s
off (now there’s a man who dodged a bullet). The would-be bride is exhausted. I
suggest she find a deserted island someplace to recover.
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