Yesterday was my anniversary, 27 years! We had made plans to go out to dinner, something we never do. My oldest son was to, "brother sit" Little Buddy as you know he is not a baby and does not need a babysitter. Our reservations were at 6:30, which means of course we would be home by 8:30, just the way I like it. And let me just say I really needed to go out to dinner, it has been a heck of a week. One of the worst in my career as a therapist. I had some very difficult decisions to make after visiting one house where I see the children twice a week. I might not be there much longer for both of our well being, well especially mine, but that has yet to be determined.
So around 6:00 last night I was just about ready to jump into some other clothes and possible brush my hair, when I spotted a small little flashlight of Little Buddy's on the floor half chewed up. I picked it up and after dislodging the back of it I realized the batteries were not in it. A frantic search for batteries ensued with my husband, my oldest and myself. Mind you two puppies walked around oblivious to the whole thing. We looked everywhere and could not find them which left us to believe they were in someones belly.
Batteries can cause extreme damage and death to a dog or cat, although I have to believe a cat is smart enough not to eat them. So off to the emergency vet we went. They induced vomiting to see if they could bring them up, nope. There were lots of other items in those bellies like parts of a plastic toy and bits and bobs of grass, mulch and a rubber toy, but no batteries. Next up x-rays for both of them, yet no batteries. After leaving with a $640 bill, emergency vets are not cheap my fiends, we were off to our house to find them. An hour after we got home, with furniture moved, rugs picked up, sofas turned upside down my husband found all four of them outside on our lanai. Small button batteries are very close to the color of our pavers.
So lets just say my anniversary was not what I expected, but such is my life. I ate eggs and gluten free toast for dinner, my house is clean after all that upheaval and I have a husband who will drop his plans to go spend a ton of money on two crazy dogs who are constantly getting into trouble. That is saying a lot.
I wish they looked remorseful, but no they don't.
It is hard to stay mad at these two, because frankly they are pretty wonderful, they take such care with Little Buddy. They know he is fragile and never jump on him. They snuggle him and jump up on his bed to wake him up every morning. They really are wonderful, expensive........but wonderful.
And here we are at the vet's office. Me with no makeup, with an old t-shirt on and frankly I don't think I had even brushed my hair since I got out of the shower earlier in the day. Still it is an anniversary we won't soon forget.