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Boo's Coming home

July 7, 2009 - Theresa Proudfit
So Friday  I'm playing ball with my dog like we do every morning and suddenly she just screeched ,started limping and lied right down. Now she's a 95 pound Shephard/husky so transporting her to the vet wasn't easy. My wonderful neighbor Sherry helped me lift her into the car and came with to help me lift her back out.  It seems my little girl snapped her cruciate ligament.  Dr. Lindstrom  scheduled surgery for Monday morning.  Now its 4th of July weekend and I have to keep my crazy dog quiet. Really? On the Fourth of July? Thai Boo hates fireworks. No, really, she hates them. She barks like crazy every year when people are lighting them off.  Also I have stairs at both doors to my house and Boo couldn't get down them or get back up them. So every time she has to go to the bath room I have to run next door and get my neighbor  to help me pick her up. At one point I just set up a tent in my yard because I thought I was going to have to sleep outside with her. Then add the fireworks. I think every third house on my block and the two surrounding blocks had fire crackers. The loud ones. The ones that sound like a bomb. So Boo would want to go outside and I would run and get the neighbor and as soon as I got her outside a bomb would go off and she would want to go back into the house.  Three days of this.  So Monday morning I couldn't wait to get her to the Vet so he could fix her injury. Brought her in at 8:30 am and I was told they wanted to keep her over night. I lost it. Sobbing like a little kid. I didn't realize she wouldn't be coming home that night. A few hours later she was out of surgery and I was told everything went beautifully! Thank God! But the rest of the day I didn't know what to do. I didn't have to go home for lunch. No dog to take out. I didn't have to go home at dinner. No dog. Finally bed time, still no dog. No one to wake me up, no one to play ball with, no one whining for her walk in the morning. I have to go get my dog, but first I have to go get Sherry.


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