My dog is breaking my heart. He just woke me up trying to get up on the bed with me with his bum leg. He played today so I convinced myself he was better. Healing, no doubt, but not well. Now he's back asleep on his bed, but I'm still awake and sad.
We were waiting until he was better to go back to my folks' place, who have a nice fenced yard but won't let the dog in the house. Understandable, it's a very nice new clean white house, and furthermore, my very allergic bil is coming. But I don't like him out in the cold garage while he's still recuperating. Here at the SO's folks' place it's less comfy for us (SO is asleep on the floor next to the dog) but they are way more laid back with the dog. He puked on their carpet and they were not fussed at all.
Argh. I feel like an overreacty dog owner, but I also do need to look after him. It doesn't help that the other dog at the urgent care vet with him had to be put down while we were there. Just so upsetting. So I am probably lacking in perspective. But can I just say so far this furlough fucking sucks. I hope we don't try again for another ten years.
The other depressing contributing factor is that the last surviving pine tree of 70000 in the tsunami area was being tended, but the consevation group just gave up trying to save it. Roots too rotted by seawater. It was a symbol of hope, and I'm trying hard not to see its death as a symbol of destruction, but, blargh. There's other stuff too. But mostly I wish my dog was well and I didn't have to keep rearranging my plans.