I'll admit it. I'm not to proud. I took Siris to the vet to board him for a couple days.
We couldn't do it anymore. He popped stitches, and Johnathan was crying and Siris was trying to wrestle with Cleo and I just. couldn't. do. it.
So I went to the vet, and sobbing, asked them to check his wound and could they please please please keep him for a couple days? They said yes. Of course. And they he's healing well, and that they'd try to bandage him up, instead of putting him under and re-stitching him up, as it's getting pretty thin, and he's already been under 2 times this past week.
If I ever see the owner of the dogs on the street, I'm totally going to punch her in the face.
Today is my 3rd wedding anniversary, and I haven't even been able to pick up a card for my husband! Ugh! It's been a shitty week.
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