Strike 2

A couple weeks ago, I think I mentioned that I had to have a tire replaced due to a nail...most likely from the construction going on next door or across the street. Obviously no proof, but lets be real, chances are that is how it happened.

We'll get back to how that is relevant to today's story later.

Last week, Major had a major (see, I'm okay enough to joke about it now! ;) pukefest through the night and didn't seem well the next day. I attributed it to him being a puppy, eating grass, or something else that was bothering his stomach and called it a day. The following afternoon and evening, there was more dog vom- and he hadn't eaten, which prompted a 2am call to the vet. Bright and early Friday, much to Grace's delight, Maj got to ride in the car with us to daycare, and was dropped off at the vet for a little check-up.

It was a long day, but let's just cut to the chase and say after an exhausting afternoon of approving serveral test and x-rays, it was determined that he had a blockage, which was not digesting properly and allowing food to pass through his system. The only answer was emergency stomach surgery to remove whatever he ingested, which I was told was more than likely cloth- think underwear or socks. This made me feel sick to my stomach, but mostly because if it was socks or underwear that I left on the floor, D would totally never let me live it down. I eased the pain by treating Grace and I to Mexican for dinner and was housing chips and salsa when I got the call where I had to give the go ahead to move forward with surgery. Fun times.

Later that night we got a call saying that everything went well, he'd be in recovery for the weekend, and they did find something that was causing the issue.

It was not cloth. It was hard, green plastic.

I immediately put on my detective hat and tried to figure out what the heck it could have been. I combed the garage, walked the fenced in backyard, and came up with...nothing. So, I made them save the evidence so that I could get a better look when we went in to visit Major the next morning.

Waiting to see her pup

When I saw it, it was completely obvious what it was. A freaking bottle cap. From a bottle. Cause that's where bottle caps come from. But my issue is that we don't have any of those in our house, so he had to have gotten ahold of it outside. And since I'm a shitty dog owner and hadn't taken the pups for a nice walk in a couple of days, he totally had to have gotten it when he was in puppy jail, aka, the backyard. Which my deductive reasoning leaves me to believe it got tossed over from the construction site next door. Maybe not on purpose, maybe someone was tossing something into the dumpster and it hit the side and fell into our yard...but still, the point is, it didn't come from our house and chances are that is what happened.

So at this point, in less than a month, I've had to replace a tire and pay to have my dog's stomach cut open. I actually have a picture of the stitched up incision, but it's so gross looking that it would be in bad taste to post it here. I have text bombed some people with it, which I think they really appreciated...

Today I went on a pregnant momma bear rampage and wrote a scathing email to the builder attaching all of our invoices. Nothing will probably come of it, but I figure if I don't do anything then I'm guaranteed something else will happen. If I do send it, than at least I can say STRIKE 3 if something else does and get really crazy.

Great times in adulthood and deployment.

xo,
H