The 'big day" was also our last day in town. After a brief 3hrs of sleep we headed to the airport to come home. I was REALLY looking forward to the day and a half of rest before heading back to work. I needed a vacation from my vacation! That didn't really happen. 5min after we walked in the door we were back in the car headed to the veterinary ER with my big dog, Bradley. His front left foot and leg were so swollen it looked like they would pop. He was having trouble walking and seemed lethargic. After inspecting him, I saw that half of his large pad was missing and he was raw and infected up to his dew pad. We still don't know what started it all. Possibly insect/spider bite or trauma? What we do know is his affinity for turning small wounds into large, nasty ones by constantly licking and worrying them. 2 ER visits, $750 and 4 days later he's finally starting to eat and begin healing. It'll take weeks for him to regrow his pad and to be able to walk comfortably again. Until then we have to medicate him, do daily hydrotherapy and bandage changes and keep him from losing the ground we're gaining by messing with it. That dog's gonna be the end of me I swear!
Monday, the full day of my "day and a half off" before returning to work, was my 31st birthday. The first half was spent back in the ER with Brad who decided not to eat or move or really respond to us all night. The second half was spent worrying about Brad and his turn for the worse. Trina insisted that we still go to dinner with my friends at my very favorite restaurant then to have cake at my very favorite cafe as planned. Their cake is legendary and
she had ordered a whole amazing carrot cake and I was stoked about it. When it became apparent that dinner was running later than expected, she excused herself to go pick up the cake so we could eat it at the restaurant. She came back furious and empty handed. They sold my cake. Apparently the person who took the order didn't put the "date of pick up" on it and when someone asked them if they had a whole carrot cake, they just took the order form off of it and handed it over! They wouldn't have another one until Wednesday. She was so angry that her hands were shaking. She had to put aside the chop sticks and stab at her food with a fork. I was bummed about having to wait 2 more days for my birthday cake, but I was having good food with good friends and had the best wife a gal could ever ask for by my side. Not exactly a picturesque night, but when does real life ever go as planned? Not often in my world anyway.