It’s 2am, and my mind is buzzing. I was trying to pull
together an exam for yesterday, and this was complicated by the fact that my
assistant had never given an exam before. He tried, and I appreciate him hanging in there. But it magnified
my stress level.
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| Poor Baby! |
I got behind this weekend for a couple of reasons. For one,
I was traveling for work on Thursday and Friday; so I didn’t have much time in
the office before needing to finish the exam. The other reason is that most of
my Saturday was taken up by a very unfortunate event. I had planned to do a bit
of work on my exam while Mom was still in town and could help with the baby.
Mom had taken Winnie for a walk after we returned from
errands. They were gone a while, and I was starting to wonder what had
happened. I figured I would wait a bit, as I didn’t want to spur friction if I
went to look for them. Not long later, we got a call from the dog park. A dog
had attacked Winnie. So, I grabbed Boop and went down to see what had happened.
The owner was there, and I looked him square in the eye and said, “You need to
pay to have her evaluated.” Winnie was bleeding, and we tried to find a pen to
take down his information.
One of the people we encountered while in search of a pen
was walking back from a nearby ball game. She just happened to be a vet. She
agreed that she needed to go to the vet, and we both thought it would require a
few stitches and some antibiotics for infection. As it was Saturday afternoon,
vet offices were closed; so after getting the fellow’s name, we head to the
animal hospital in a nearby town. As it turns out, our initial assessment was
wrong.
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