|about half the roll of paper towels|
|Hurley blood on the scrubs|
I was pretty busy Wednesday getting ready for our annual Thanksgiving dinner with our d-groups. I was also cooking a Turkey (all 14lbs) for the very first time. With all the business inside that needed to be done, Hurley was having a nice "outside" day. Around 4:00, I heard him barking at the back door. I mindlessly walked over and let him in the house and watched helplessly as he created another blood trail across the carpet. I quickly gated him in the kitchen, called Patrick who was on his way home, called the vet who said to come on in, and by 4:15 we were pulling in to get his paw looked at. Long story shorter, the vet didn't do anything about it. It wasn't a wasted trip though because I asked that they go ahead and do his annual exam and vaccinations. The whole time people kept popping into our exam room and commenting on how bloody we were making it. Because I was concerned about the turkey at home, I was ready to get out of there. If the vet didn't think it needed stitches, then we were good right? Of course not...
When we arrived home, our bleeding bear went to his crate wearing the "cone of shame" and I cleaned the kitchen floor for the second time while Patrick worked on the carpet. The turkey, thankfully, turned out just fine.
|Not a happy camper|
|Our Thanksgiving Feast|
|Dessert and drink table|