Shotgun

Buckle Up. 

This week seems picture heavy. 

But it was not without it's problems. Shep would visit a vet (not the vet) three times in 16 hours. It was draining for me, emotionally. He's fine. 

I'll explain as we go along. 

What a lovely dude. 

Shep getting his hip stitches out. 

Later that same evening, he'd get somehow open up the supposedly healed wound and left it gaping. Our vet was closed for the evening, so off to the $$$ 24/7 place - who was less than helpful. I could go into great detail as to how, but I'll get myself worked up. 

The next morning it was back to his vet to get stapled. 

This necessitated him staying in a cone for an additional week.  

Random Simon shot. 

Olive - my friend Bob's dog. She loves me and it irks her owners that this is true. 

My sister was stuck on a plane and texted, asking if I could pick up Bailey from the kennel and drop her at their house.  Of course. 

But I couldn't leave Shep at home alone - so he got a car ride that did NOT have us stopping at the vet. 

I wasn't sure how the ride would go, but it took them 7 seconds to ignore each other. 

Riding shotgun. 

I hate that, but I couldn't risk putting them both in the back not knowing how they'd react. 

It turns out Blobby CAN walk two dogs at once. I just didn't like it. 

Bailey's place. 

Both got treats, then Shep and I left. My sister was home two hours later. 

The Gatekeeper. 

Outside looking In. 

I was taking Shep for a walk, when starting down the driveway, something caught my eye IN the house. 

{sigh}

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