Two weekends ago, I went to Tennessee to watch Emily while Mom and Dad were out of town for a James Taylor concert (Mother’s Day gift). They also celebrated their anniversary.
I don’t spend a lot of time with Emily since we live away, so it was nice to do some things together. We painted pottery, bought Tess (her dachshund) a shirt for her 1st birthday (clearly Emily’s idea), looked at comforters (she’s all about zebra print now), watched “Say Yes to the Dress,” walked the dogs and got our nails done. If you read my previous entries, you won’t be surprised that she got green and pink polish with glitter. I did branch out and get a random design on my big toes, although it reminds everyone of July 4th or Captain America.
Instead of recapping the whole weekend, here are some quotes from our Wii playing.
Emily: “Pedal faster! Hurry up! Pedal, Tif! What are you doing back there?”
Me: “You’re stressing me out. I hope you never work in upper management.”
Emily (while bragging about her success in archery): “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Me: “That would take too long.”
Emily (10 seconds later): “Hey!”
Me (reading the screen): “Vincenzo says nice job.”
Emily (mad that we didn’t get first place): “Well Vincenzo can keep his thoughts to himself.”
Back in February, Zoey decided to go on a mini vacation. During a trip to Home Depot with Pete, she randomly jumped out of the car window and went running down the side of the highway — a busy highway during lunchtime. He ran after her, but she’s quick and got away from him. He frantically drove around looking for her with a woman who asked if he needed help, and shortly after, I left work to join him. Zoey was gone for 30 hours before we got a phone call that someone found her. (Thanks to LuckyPet.com for the awesome stainless steel name tag.)
During that time, however, Zoey ran into a steel cable by the side of the road and damaged her eye. After months of vet visits, eye drops and pills, we decided to have her eye removed two weeks ago. It was a tough decision — she’s only a year old — but there was no hope of the detached retina reattaching, plus she had glaucoma and I don’t think she could see out of it. Not to mention the expensive 6 drops a day we had to give her. It broke my heart to drive her to the vet that morning — a long 45-minute drive to Polkton that was a third of the cost as a Charlotte specialist — and I almost cried but didn’t. I knew she wouldn’t miss the eye, but still. I felt bad for her.
So here we are two weeks later and her eye is healing nicely. It looked like she’d been in a fight when we first got her back, with stitches sticking out of her face and a big red knot where her eye had been, but she’s just as spunky as ever and hasn’t been running into things. (Well, she does run into some things with the cone of shame around her neck, but we’ll blame that on the cone.) The area around the eye had to be shaved before the surgery, too, but it’s coming back and doesn’t look half bad. She’s a trooper. Plus she winks!
I’ll post more pictures once the stitches fall out.