...or weeks? So Seven, our oldest, jumped off of the bed (which is ridiculously high) and did something to her neck or back. The vet thinks it's something the left side of her neck radiating down her left leg. Whatever it is she squeals/screams if you even look at her funny. Poor girl. But hopefully she is on the mend. Then Preacher. We found out today that he has lymphoma. It was devastating at first, but we are adjusting to it and realizing that we have options. We are meeting the oncologist on Tuesday. Then I woke up this morning with some kind of hideous pain in my right shoulder blade. Off to the people dr. this time. I swear, my little family of two people, 12 dogs, and two cats is just a train wreck. However, we knew before that we had terrific friends and family - but all of these goings-on have just reconfirmed that no one, NO ONE, could ask for better friends and family than we have.
Oh, and that's a picture of The Business Man doing some sort of bizarre thing with his face. But it's how I have felt the last two days so it seemed appropriate.