Oh, crap on a cracker....

[captainsblog]

with a side order of shit on a shingle.

Ebony came up lame this morning.



There she is, in happier times.  When the animal onslaught came an hour or so ago, it wasn't accompanied by the wet puppy kiss that comes from our youngest coming in.

She's in a corner of the bedroom, not getting up for nuthin. She's not whimpering, and mostly is resting, but you can tell by her face that something is off. Way off.

So I will be spending the morning with Harry, as planned. It'll just be Harry Newman, DVM, rather than Harry Potter, OOM.

We ADORE this dog, and the feeling is mutual. Emily, especially, will be devestated if it's anything.

Pray. Offer karma. Hell, give a cat a cheezbrgr if it'll get them on board.

Supplemental. It's now almost 8, and she seems fine. She got up on her own, went outside like she always does before feeding time, came in the kitchen looking for om nom noms, and I fully expect to see a rope toy in her yap within the next few minutes. We'll still take her in- she's due for her annual anyway- but oy gevalt.

It makes sense in a way. She's half shar pei, so it figures that an hour later she'd be hungry at last.

Comments

[lisaofdoom.livejournal.com]

My thoughts are with you all.

[thanatos-kalos.livejournal.com]

*fingers crossed that she's okay*

[bluesilverkdg.livejournal.com]

Oh my goodness, my heart went up in my throat when I read the first part. It's been almost four years since I went through the same scenario with Dexter. So glad that she's apparently OK.

On a semi-related note, have you read this book? http://www.amazon.com/Art-Racing-Rain-Garth-Stein/dp/0061537934

I stumbled upon it the other day at a used bookstore (a cover with a dog catches my eye.) I read the first few chapters, and was practically in tears at the first one.