Wow! I had to brush away the cobwebs in here before I could write my first post in weeks!
We spent Saturday on the beach at Anderson Island celebrating Bastille Day, because, well, that's how my friends roll.
This is an annual celebration that we have been attending for years. Every year we pack up the kids and their friends and the dog for a day of sun, water, friends, laughing, playing, eating, drinking and all around celebrating of life.
Saturday started out like every other year we go to celebrate Bastille day, with ferry anxiety. By nature I'm not a stresser outer... Except when it comes to catching the ferry. I just know we are going to be late and miss it, yet we NEVER have. We started out 10 minutes later than I wanted to and Handy Man drove at a leisurely pace all contributing to my stress.
While driving on the freeway we heard a very loud crack on top of the Suburban... Handy Man open the cover of the sunroof and we saw that it had been shattered. We didn't see the rock coming, but it definitely did some damage.
We got to the ferry in plenty of time (we always do) see friends in line and wait to board for the ride over. Once we arrive the dog jumps out of the car, excitedly greets the other dogs and promptly comes up lame. He's limping and gimpy, but still makes a beeline for the beach and limps all the way into the water where he frolics for a few seconds then comes back to the yard.
I promptly grab a beer and start talking for the next few hours. I see that Scout is not putting weight on his back leg at all, but I keep drinking and talking... What am I going to do on a Saturday on a very small island?! Besides, he didn't appear to be in pain, he just couldn't walk properly.
Today, after a trip to the vet, we found out Scout blew out his ACL which requires a specialist, surgery and weeks of rehab. The good news is that it's not painful for him, just awkward. There is always the chance he could injure one of his good legs by overworking them so we have been instructed to somehow keep this very active 9 year old lab calm and off his feet. Hahahahahaha! We might have to set the crate up again. :/ We have a long haul in front of us!
On a super positive and uplifting note. Star Wars Son and the three friends who came along befriended a 9 year old boy who hung out with them the whole day. They were really sweet with him, listening to him and laughing with him and teaching him how to be straight-edge. When asked the 9 year old said that meant no drugs or murder. The next day that 9 year old was heard saying that Saturday was the best day of his life. Awwwww!