While I was helping my Grandpa, I got a call from the vet saying we could pick Zane up because he didn’t need to stay overnight.
Elliott and I were supposed to go grocery shopping but now we had to pick up Zane.
We picked him up and found that they had underestimated the costs a bit but we were committed at that point and I needed to get home. On the way to pick up Zane, Lizze called because she was experiencing a panic attack and needed me to get home as soon as possible.
I got home and did what I could to help Lizze before setting up a temporary home for Zane because he’s in isolation for a few days.
I then needed to try and get Zane to take his antibiotics, which of course, he wants absolutely nothing to do with. It’s not fun and it’s a three times a day thing for at least a week.
I’m exhausted. During my adventures, I screwed up my back, aggravating previous major back injury and I’m hurting pretty bad.
………and that was only Monday. 😔
I’ll update you all on Zane in the morning. Until then, I’ll be attempting to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. It’s not looking to good for sleep tonight.
Wow, you had enough challenges for a month (or a year?) in one day. Hope things go better. By the way, aren’t dog bites supposed to be reported? Because if the dog bit your son for no reason, it could bite anyone for no reason.
I don’t disagree with you Becky. As I said, it’s family and that makes it complicated for us. If it had been worse, it wouldn’t even be a question. Frankly, I was concerned about the fallout, of which there would likely be quite a bit. Emmett is okay, he didn’t need to be seen and we did have to make his life or our lives more difficult.