My Dog Almost Died

No Srsly.

It ruined my whole day.

I took my chis to the vet Friday afternoon (after running around paying bills, getting my taxes done, washing my car, and otherwise having an amazingly productive day) and had their tests and shots done. I scheduled Buster to have plastic surgery (getting that three year old sore from his face removed... and a dental) and Cinnamon to have her own surgery (getting spayed xP) next Friday.

So it all got done.

Then I went over to this doggy day care place to enroll Cinnamon. I'm so neglectful. I work ten hours a day, six days a week, and then she barely gets to run around an hour before I go to bed. So she's going to go to day care two days a week. Buster is fine just sleeping all day and night. He's an old fart.

Where was I going with this story?

Oh yeah. So I'm in the middle of a tour of the daycare when Cinnamon starts crying... or whimpering. Whatever. I thought maybe all the other dogs were making her nervous. Then she starts drooling. I'm like, this isn't normal. But some guy there was just like, oh, she'll be fine. She's just stressed out.

Then yadda yadda yadda, I go out to my car and call the vet, and they're like, no, that's not normal. Bring her in RIGHT NOW. She's having a reaction to the drugs. So I rush back to the vet's and Cin is just drooling away and kinda' passing out. They gave her shot of Benadryl. I worried. They kept her for the rest of the afternoon. Went back at 6:30 to pick her up before closing.

Long story short, she fine. Like nuttin' happened.

We all went home and hung out on my bed playing with toys. I wuv' my puppies.

Currently: Procrastinating