"what comes next, yeah bust a move..."
Mom dropped Vashti off at the pet hotel this morning, figuring she could have the day to get stuff done and Vashti would have the afternoon to play with friends or whatever... I got a phone call (I am the emergency back up and my mom left her cell phone at her friend's house) that Vashti had been "attacked" and she was in the vet ER getting stiches(?!) and so have spent the better part of the day with her, came home to finish packing and now am going back to pick her up. Mom isn't going with to San Francisco, and is getting screwed over by the hotel... poor Mom. I get a hotel room by myself though, (Random?) and we are going to be there for the weekend but... wow. Long day is long.
On the plus side, as they have video proof (no joke!) that Vashti was not the provoker, my mom doesn't have to pay for any of it. (Which, by the way is like eight stiches. Puppy face. :( ) Which is good as it's going to cost 3000$... I will spare the Pretty Woman joke here but, you know. Just cause I'm tired.
Really though? Puppy got attacked... REALLY?
(but on the good side, tested out my anti anxiety meds? They worked. No panic attacks when asked stressful questions and without mom. FTW!)
On the plus side, as they have video proof (no joke!) that Vashti was not the provoker, my mom doesn't have to pay for any of it. (Which, by the way is like eight stiches. Puppy face. :( ) Which is good as it's going to cost 3000$... I will spare the Pretty Woman joke here but, you know. Just cause I'm tired.
Really though? Puppy got attacked... REALLY?
(but on the good side, tested out my anti anxiety meds? They worked. No panic attacks when asked stressful questions and without mom. FTW!)