And hopefully, a better week.
We are still waiting to hear from the radiologist for confirmation on Rocket's x-rays.
But it seems he tore a tendon away from his shoulder blade, taking some bone pieces with it.
Remarkably, for a limping, owie dog...he is in good spirits (pain meds help) and is a total sweetheart.
He lost his mind the other night at 1am and started barking like a crazy dog. Which is weird, as he is
not a barker unless someone is at the door.
So bark bark bark...like he's a big guard dog or something. We come running out of bed...
turn the lights on outside. Expecting a burgler, a moose, or something equally big and scary.
Nope. Big fat raccoon. Sitting there like 'what?'
So in the last few days there have been the 4 deer that are always close by, 2 coyotes,
and 1 big fat raccoon.
We still have stuff to move out of the other house...still the no fun stuff.
We had an offer on our house, but that fell through last week as well.
I told you it was a crappy week.
I tried to get him in his uniform, but the bugger got in to the locker room and changed too quick.
This week I'll get him.
I like this one better anyhow: