What a week

This is how my week went.

On Wednesday at about one in the afternoon I got a frantic call from Jeremy. He had gone home for lunch and let our dogs out back. When it was time for them to come in, Hudson, our two-year-old Mini Schnauzer, didn’t come in when called, which is out of character for him. Jeremy went out to see where he was. Hudson was lying on the ground by our fence and wasn’t moving. Even as Jeremy called him and approached, Hudson wouldn’t even lift his head. Of course, Jer’s instantly thinking that he had died. When he got to him, Hudson lifted his head a little bit. Jer took him in but Hudson couldn’t even stand on his own.

So, by the time I got Jer’s call, he was already en route to the vet and was on the border of hysterics. That stereotype about the gays loving their dogs like children is one million percent true; we were both completely distraught.

What I didn’t know at the time was that Jer had taken Huddy in for his vaccinations and instead of doing the typical annual vaccination, they did an updated vaccination that you only have to give once every three years. When Jer got to the vet with sick Huddy, they quickly determined that he was having an allergic reaction to his vaccinations. They put him on an IV and gave him shots of steroids and antihistamines. It wasn’t long before his condition began to improve. They kept him and monitored him for the rest of the day just to make sure he was completely okay. We got to bring him home that night, at which point he was treated like the little prince he is. We love that little baby so much. Here’s my little Huddy Bubba. He’s my beautiful little man and he’s doing 100% better now.

After that, we were already emotionally exhausted. Yesterday I got a call from Bean’s daycare; he had tripped on his shoes while going from carpet to tile flooring and fallen face first into a toy box. He had a huge, puffy black eye instantly. He was completely fine and barely even cried when it happened but, as any parent will tell you, injuries are MUCH worse on us than on the kiddos. I was completely worried, sad and overwhelmed with a need to smoosh his fat little cheeks with kisses.

By the time he came home, you could hardly tell that he had fallen at all. He has a little bit of a purple tint to his upper eye lid but nothing pronounced, which is incredible because he had a HUGE knot at first.

Here’s the conversation we had when I asked about it:
Me: What happened to your eye?
Bean: Huh?
Me: What happened to your eye at daycare?
Bean: Oh…uh-oh eye. (grabs his head)
Me: Did you fall down?
Bean: Yeah.
Me: Did it hurt?
Bean: Nope.
Me: Are you sure? It looked like it hurt.
Bean: (Getting irritated with me) YES DAAA-DEEE. Later man! (walks off)

After those two events, I was feeling like karma was out for me; like it wanted to kick me in the groin with steel-toe boots on.

But, after a little time to breathe, karma and I made up. Why you ask? Cause karma gave me this: