A weekend of surprises...
One very very bad and one very good.
The good surprise is that while I was working on paperwork at the shop Saturday morning, a truck pulled up and out of the corner of my eye I saw a woman carrying a toddler head for the door. It was MONICA!!!! That sneaky little shit didn't tell me that she was coming to town! I was so surprised to see her, I just kind of stood there (after a huge hug of course)dumbfounded. She came over for about an hour last night with Peyton, who is about the cutest thing on two feet, and we were able to catch up a little. Hopefully we can get together later this week for some wine and whine. Also, I think we may go out for a little bit on Friday. We'll have to wait and see though.
On the very very bad side of things, I guess it wasn't a surprise so much as it was a horrible shock. Friday night, there was a knock on the door and when I checked to see who it was, they were already walking down the driveway to their car. I saw another car pull up to a stop on the other side of the street and that's when I noticed the dog. Our neighbors black lab mix was lying on its side at the very front of our lawn, by the street, and had been hit by a car. James grabbed the phone and started calling the vet as we ran out to help. Unfortunately, the vet was out of town and the emergency number listed was an out of state cell phone and James had to go back to the house to write it down to recall. I ran back into the house to grab a towel to help keep the dog warm, but by the time I got back out the dog had started to slip away. James had gotten ahold of the temp. vet who agreed to meet Sandy and Ron (our neighbors) there, so we loaded their dog into Sandy's truck...just in case. I saw her later that evening and she told me that he hadn't made it. It was just so horrifying. I've never seen anything like that before. To see her saying goodbye to him, that she was sorry, telling him what a good boy he was, and that she loved him...it was fucking heartbreaking and it brought me right back to the back room of the vet's office when we told Sierra that we loved her, that she was a good girl, and that we were so so so sorry that there was anything else we could do for her. It kills me now to write it. I just felt so bad for them, their kids, the woman who had hit him (and rang our doorbell), for everyone who has had to lose a pet. I drank too much wine after that and tried to get the image of that dog, dying in our front yard, out of my mind.
It didn't work.
The good surprise is that while I was working on paperwork at the shop Saturday morning, a truck pulled up and out of the corner of my eye I saw a woman carrying a toddler head for the door. It was MONICA!!!! That sneaky little shit didn't tell me that she was coming to town! I was so surprised to see her, I just kind of stood there (after a huge hug of course)dumbfounded. She came over for about an hour last night with Peyton, who is about the cutest thing on two feet, and we were able to catch up a little. Hopefully we can get together later this week for some wine and whine. Also, I think we may go out for a little bit on Friday. We'll have to wait and see though.
On the very very bad side of things, I guess it wasn't a surprise so much as it was a horrible shock. Friday night, there was a knock on the door and when I checked to see who it was, they were already walking down the driveway to their car. I saw another car pull up to a stop on the other side of the street and that's when I noticed the dog. Our neighbors black lab mix was lying on its side at the very front of our lawn, by the street, and had been hit by a car. James grabbed the phone and started calling the vet as we ran out to help. Unfortunately, the vet was out of town and the emergency number listed was an out of state cell phone and James had to go back to the house to write it down to recall. I ran back into the house to grab a towel to help keep the dog warm, but by the time I got back out the dog had started to slip away. James had gotten ahold of the temp. vet who agreed to meet Sandy and Ron (our neighbors) there, so we loaded their dog into Sandy's truck...just in case. I saw her later that evening and she told me that he hadn't made it. It was just so horrifying. I've never seen anything like that before. To see her saying goodbye to him, that she was sorry, telling him what a good boy he was, and that she loved him...it was fucking heartbreaking and it brought me right back to the back room of the vet's office when we told Sierra that we loved her, that she was a good girl, and that we were so so so sorry that there was anything else we could do for her. It kills me now to write it. I just felt so bad for them, their kids, the woman who had hit him (and rang our doorbell), for everyone who has had to lose a pet. I drank too much wine after that and tried to get the image of that dog, dying in our front yard, out of my mind.
It didn't work.