Another fine Thanksgiving tradition, or, midnight at the veterinarian

Okay, it wasn't really midnight here, but it was on the East Coast, so that counts, right?



And to be perfectly accurate, my catastrophe last Thanksgiving was that my sink dropped down into the cabinet under it and cost me three hundred bucks for an emergency plumber. Because you can't make dinner for nine family members without a sink, yo.



Tonight it was Rebel, who had... come on, you know what he had, right?



A foxtail.



Allow me to use many, many curse words. Many.



Five hundred dollars, but that's to be expected because a dog is more important than a sink and it's much harder to be a veterinarian than a plumber.



I'll be over here in the fetal position, screaming silently in my mind.

Comments

[Christopher]

Fingers crossed for a swift recovery. Me locking my turkey in the oven doesn't even begin to compare to this TGD bummer.

[cheryl]

Poor babies - both of you! Been there, done that. Thank goodness it wasn't on a holiday.

[cheryl]

That doesn't look right - mine wasn't on a holiday:-)

[Gina Spadafori]

Foxtails are just plain eeeeevil. Remember poor McKenzie's ordeal, four months and two surgeries? A piece of that damn foxtail is still there, walled off by the body but not causing any more trouble.



Best wishes for my man Rebel, sweetest boy evah.

[Cait]

Best thoughts for Rebel.

[Annette]

a foxtail??????

[Lis]

Poor Rebel and poor Christie! Wishing you both a quick bounceback from this.

[Therese]

Are there enough curse words to cover all the problems your poor dogs have had lately?



Best wishes to Rebel for a speedy recovery.

[Barbara A. Albright]

Gosh, I had to google it...sounds like serious nasty stuff! Hope Rebel recovers x-tra quick!

[Marcy]

All the best to both Rebel and you, Christie.



Foxtails are awful.