3:00 snapshot, #182.
On our way to pick Charlie up from the vet.
Charlie jumped in to Ward's pond and hit a stick that was embedded in the mud. He tore his skin on his side, but thankfully didn't impale himself. We took him to the vet (which was crazy busy--I guess Saturday is the day to go to the vet) and they took him in back. He was so scared, he hates the vet office. I haven't cried like that in a long time; not because he was hurt, but because he was scared and I couldn't be with him.
They put a drain in his sewn up wound.
For a pit bull, he has a remarkably low pain tolerance. He lays there whining, unless someone is petting him. I can't really blame him; I'm sure I'd be just the same.
cottonmanifesto posted her version of the story (with her pictures) here.
On our way to the pond this morning, we saw this chipmunk perched on the Boston/Brookline town boundary, in some Virginia creeper.
And right behind our vet's office is a grand old white oak, peed on by a hundred dogs a day.
On this day in 365 Urban Species: Northwestern crow.