Well, we had a good, long run going of no medical mishaps, but, as the old adage goes, all good things must come to an end. I think we went well over a year, and with two dogs, thats a good long time. Gunther is active and bombs around the yard at dizzying speeds, its a wonder there aren’t more collisions. Gitte is my garbage gut. She will eat anything. More than once it has earned her a round of hydrogen peroxide. I never leave anything with a strong odor (and I mean ANYTHING, not just food) unattended, for she is always hovering nearby.
With any luck this will satisfy our mishap quota for another year plus, because as far as medical mayhem is concerned, this really doesn’t even hit the charts. I’ve been so very fortunate with these dogs and their good health. I am thankful. Very very thankful. While dogs are not human (YAY!), when they are broken or ill or sick, its heavy and difficult and uncomfortable and long and worrisome. Its different than human ill.
But all we have today is a broken toe! Yippee! And the worst part about this broken toe is 2-4 weeks of lockdown. Argh. Sigh. We’ll get through it some how. It will be like trying to rope the wind, but we’ll figure it out. This ain’t our first rodeo, in fact, this was our last rodeo too. This is Gunther’s second broken toe. (Different toe)