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!
Poor Scout! I'm glad it's relatively pain-free for the ol' guy. What a cool kid you got in SWS! I'm glad you explained the "straight edge" thing ... or quoted the 9-year-old ... because I'm apparently not too hip anymore and had no idea what that meant. :o) Good for your kiddo and his buddies.
Happy to see you posting and even happier to hear you had a great weekend! Take care!
Posted by: Lisa | July 12, 2010 at 08:00 PM
Poor Scout! My MIL's boxer blew his acl a couple of years ago. His surgery and recovery was really tough!
Posted by: The Incredible Woody | July 12, 2010 at 08:22 PM
We have been through the torn ACL with our beagle. The crate is definitely the way to go.
It sounds like a wonderful day!
Posted by: Jenn @ Juggling Life | July 12, 2010 at 08:46 PM
Wow! Good post! Doesn't it make you proud when your son steps up and extends himself like that?
How does a canine recuperate?
Isn't Bastille Day tomorrow? After all, I did take two years of French in high school! Not that it would help me one minute in France.
Posted by: deb | July 13, 2010 at 06:24 AM
oh no baby scout has a boo-boo! please kiss his head and tell him I miss him.
I love that the 9 Y/O had the best day of his life with SWS!!!
Posted by: Chrissyb | July 13, 2010 at 08:26 AM
Poor Scout!! Good to hear that he isn't in pain, but what a bummer. As far as I know Grady hasn't yet committed murder or taken drugs so the straight edge thing is working!
Posted by: Jen | July 13, 2010 at 08:29 AM
Oh Poor Scout! Lona's sending lots of slobbery kisses! Glad he's not in any pain.
And good for your son. You sure did raise him right.
Posted by: Meg | July 13, 2010 at 08:31 AM
Sorry for Scout's injury - and the dent in your wallet. Ouch. Dog love doesn't come cheap.
Posted by: yogurt | July 13, 2010 at 10:04 AM
Poor Scout! Give him some extra rubs for me.
Loved the story about the 9 year old. Truly precious. My kids were always like that with younger kids, which does a parents heart proud.
Posted by: Liz C. | July 13, 2010 at 05:24 PM
Ouch! Poor Scout! And your poor sun roof!!! Seriously, NO fun!!! All this bad mojo has gotta mean good things are coming really fast!
Posted by: Rachel---The Kooky Queen | July 17, 2010 at 03:58 PM
Poor Scout. And poor Scout's humans who have to take care of him. I never knew a dog could do that.
Posted by: Mental P Mama | July 23, 2010 at 05:54 PM
That is so cute. I know when the older boys pay attention to my 8 year old, he is the happiest kid in the world. It makes them feel so special, more than anyone will ever know. Good for you son.
Posted by: noble pig | July 26, 2010 at 06:06 PM
Just a note to let you know that I miss you in the blogosphere!
Posted by: The Incredible Woody | September 19, 2010 at 08:32 PM
It was a marvelous Saturday on the beach at Anderson Island for you to celebrating Bastille Day. It is a good to celebrating anything with our friends.
Posted by: Drink Driving | May 30, 2011 at 09:00 PM