Another rough week. Ky ate grapes which are incredibly toxic to dogs. 48 ours on IV to flush his kidneys, lots of drugs and time spent running between the emergency vet clinic and his regular vet. Honestly, it's been a rough four weeks for pets around here. The great news is that he not only survived but seems fully recovered. He also got over his aversion to being crated. As he typically destroys every crate/cage he's entered, this is a very good thing. All of the human food has now been hung from the ceiling or cupboards like we're cacheing for bears.Whatever works.
I have a great reason for low word count this week. There wasn't a lot of sleep happening here until Friday.
Today, I printed off the document, settled on the couch with Ky under one hand and Eliot on the other. With the race on in the background I fleshed out two scenes, about eight pages. More importantly, I was able to see, and fix, the problem that's been staring me in the face for the last couple of weeks. Let's hope the solution lasts. As the distraction is gone, I imagine productivity will return.
I've had to cancel my vacation and next week's kayaking tour of the harbor but listening to Ky breathe, feeling his soft fur beneath my fingers, even smelling the clinic smell on him makes it all worth it. One look at the shaved forearms and I know how blessed I am to still have him in my life.
Emergency vet clinics very good.
End of story.