Tuesday, June 5, 2012
A 450 Dollar Turtle Scrapbook Page
Used an awesome sketch from Crafty Sketches for inspiration and my new OH SNAP Kit from Scraptastic. Love the Amy Tan!
So, not sure if you remember, but I just got my husband back.
No, he wasn't missing. I knew exactly where he was. VEGAS. Sin City, the lucky dog. EIGHT everlasting days.
Yes, I got all sorts of interesting photos from Vegas and tried to act super happy when he called and told me about various awesomeness. The picture of the two hot girls wearing police outfits with their arms around MY MAN and holding a gun to his head was a bit much at 2 am, BUT, I held my cool. I even impressed myself.
So, Friday night (the NIGHT BEFORE HE WAS GETTING BACK, yes this is important) we went out for dinner at Dairy Queen. I even took photos of the kids with their little ice creams. I smirked the whole way through dinner. I love DQ ice cream for dessert.
Then, driving home, we saw a turtle crossing the road. Have no idea why turtles cross the road, I am assuming it's 'cause it's spring and they are looking for sandy places to lay eggs perhaps?
Regardless, we hatched the plan of capturing the painted turtle and bringing her home to our pond. Stopped in the middle of the road, grabbed annoyed turtle, drove her home and we then watched her in our glass aquarium for an hour or two.
It was getting to be around 6 pm (still very much daylight here) and was time to release the turtle...so we walked back to our pond. Both dogs were begging to go. They know that the creek is back there, mud for rolling in, things to sniff, basically dog heaven.
So, while we are releasing the turtle and taking two whole photos, I hear yipping in the background. So like we had been out back there for five whole minutes.
Now, we do live in the midst of the wild kingdom with the turkeys and coyotes, and deer.
I thought briefly that the sound was a baby coyote and perhaps we should muster the troops and head back. Not that I thought a baby coyote or mama coyote would hurt us, just that the sound made me uncomfortable and slightly scared.
So, called the dogs. The fat, wet, muddy beagle showed up and we started walking back, calling for Patti, dog number two.
Patti starts crashing through the woods towards me and immediately I can see she is in distress.
She has a face full of porcupine quills.
We are like a half mile from the house. She is flipping her lid. Pushing her face into the dirt to try to make the pain go away.
Thankfully I have my phone and use google to call the vet that lives up the road.
Our conversation goes like this:
ME: LISTEN. I need to come in right away. My dog has a face full of quills.
Mrs. Vet: OK, that is fine. You can come in. But you will be charged for an after hours visit which is around $150 and then there is the cost for...
ME: I.DON'T.CARE. I am on my way.
Luke: MOM MOM Mom? Is Patti going to die?
So, it is way too far to drag a big dog back or carry her to the house. Plus, she is still flipping her lid.
I look at Lexi and say, you gotta do this kid. Sit on her, hold her still with your body and I will run back and get the jeep. Thankfully she is nearly as big as I am these days and not squeamish.
Also, thankfully have that jeep and 4 Wheel Drive!
I ran (really ran like I was gunna die ran) back to the house, grabbed keys and drove my jeep back on our trails.
Threw kid and foaming bloody dog in the back of the jeep and send the other one running for the house with the fat wet beagle.
Fat Wet Dirty Gross Beagle took a nap on the couch while the kids and I drove foaming bloody faced dog to vets.
I will post this picture, but really small. You really don't wanna click on it. I mostly took a photo for THE MAN who was trying to get on an airplane and also flipping his lid 'cause Patti is his baby dog and he was feeling horrible we're all dealing with this trauma.
Plus, he asked nicely if I could just pull out the quills. He thought differently once he got this photo via text.
They sedated her, gave her a shot of antibiotics and three people spent two hours pulling quills.
She bit the stupid porcupine. BIT IT.
She is a lovely beautiful dog with a brain the size of a peanut and worth the $450 in vet bills....but I can honestly say the turtle I saw on the way home from picking her up the next morning that was crossing the road was left right there to fend for itself!!!