If you read my first blog, Teach Bake Love, you might already know the story of how my husband and I got our dog, Lucy. (You can read the full post here). During my first year of teaching, she jumped into the backseat of my car, rolled over to have her tummy rubbed, and six years later she is still our favorite four legged member of the house.
I never thought that I would despise a number, but 12 has quickly become my least favorite. It was on the 12th of last month that I found out things were going downhill with the pregnancy, and on the 12th of this month, my husband and I had another huge scare. If you read my first blog, Teach Bake Love, you might already know the story of how my husband and I got our dog, Lucy. (You can read the full post here). During my first year of teaching, she jumped into the backseat of my car, rolled over to have her tummy rubbed, and six years later she is still our favorite four legged member of the house. All snuggled on the couch. Last weekend we took Lucy to the vet for her annual shots, and on Sunday she went to the groomers. We were so happy to have a great report from both the vet and her groomer (especially since Lucy DESPISES going to the groomer and has had a few (ahem, a lot) of negative "paw-gress" reports. So pretty after the groomers! Then, on Wednesday, we noticed that Lucy was limping on her right leg. She was having a really hard time getting up from a sitting position, and she could barely make it up the stairs. She wouldn't even jump up into our bed or in the car (which has NEVER happened). My husband looked at her leg closely since we knew she hadn't fallen or slipped, and he felt a small lump on her back thigh. When he touched it, Lucy flinched and snapped at him. We knew something wasn't right, and spent the entire night worrying about what the vet might tell us the next day. We just couldn't bear to see our puppy struggling to move. Waiting at the vet. The next morning, on the 12th, I took her in to the vet. I was, of course, crying and trying to explain what we were seeing. Lucy and I waited for two hours to finally be seen. Our vet informed us that it looked like a spider or a wasp bite/sting, since it appeared so quickly and she was perfectly fine the day before. She reassured me that with some medication, the swelling would go down and Lucy would be back to her normal car-jumping self within a day or two. Back to her normal, snuggly self Friday morning. She jumped right up into bed with me! Well, wouldn't you know it, today she is just as happy as can be and is running, jumping, you name it. We are so relieved that our favorite member of the house is healthy and happy. If you have a dog, you know how much they impact your life. Lucy forever has changed my life for the better. Just seeing her smiling doggy face when I get home every day brings me the greatest joy. So, even though I still hate the number 12, at least this time we had a happy outcome.
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