Sam hasn’t been a very good puppy dog patient and, up until the last couple of days, I’ve really been unable to do much of anything. It started the other morning when I came home from driving my daughter to school and found Sam laying in my bed, his splint off and blood all over my sheets. He’d somehow worked his splint off and his paw was torn wide open. I can’t even describe the horror I felt when I saw him, but I will say I have an extremely weak stomach and I don’t do well with blood. I think at that moment I was in more pain than he was. Anyhow, I called my husband, who rushed home, and together we took Sam back to the vet’s office. He spent the day there and Dr. C. rewrapped his leg. He also dressed him in two t-shirts, the sleeves taped to the splint, so he wouldn’t be able to pry his arm out of the splint. We thought all would be fine.

A woman has to sleep sometime, right? Not a good idea when you’re the proud owner of a very stubborn pup. I woke up the next morning to find Sam with his paw out of his splint. He hadn’t worked his arm out through the top of the splint. Nope! My clever canine chewed a big hole right in the middle of it. Nice, huh?

Want to know what made things even better? The vet was out of town. Eek!

So I re-wrapped it with duct tape the best I could and tried to kept Sam as quiet as possible. What else could I do? When he chewed off that splint, I did it again. I continued taping and praying (in between bouts of crying and stressing) until the vet was back to his office.

Since Sam has been such a lousy patient, really fighting the splint and wanting to run, he’s staying with Dr. C. for a few days. He’s more contained in a kennel and, hopefully, the vet will have better luck keeping him calm and quiet as he mends. Since we’re very worried about infection, I know he’s where he should be. He needs the extra care.

So while I’m missing my big baby, I know he’s being well taken care of by the doctor. In the meantime I’m using my break from dogsitting to do some things that need doing - shopping, banking, post office’ing (what would you call it?) and all of that good stuff. I’m even thinking about sitting down and crocheting a bit this evening. Sounds nice, doesn’t it?

Oh yeah. I almost forgot. I’m also celebrating. Happy anniversary to me and my cutie-pie husband. Tom and I were married 13 years ago and I love him as much today as I did on the day we wed. I’m an incredibly lucky woman to have such a wonderful man in my life to love. I can only hope I make him even half as happy as he makes me. <sign & heart flutter>

You know, this is the first picture of me that I’ve ever posted on my website. I’ve always been too ashamed of my weight to share images of myself but you know what? My darling husband has loved me, regardless of my size, over the last 13 years and I’m thinking that means I’m a pretty okay person, even if I am a bit fluffy. So here you go, a picture of the both of us. Isn’t he a sweetie? Gosh I love that man!