Our first set included a quick getaway to the mountains in celebration of our 7-year anniversary, which is tomorrow. But for several conflicting reasons it was cancelled. Well, not cancelled. Postponed. That's what we tell ourselves when we don't want to cancel something.
Instead, our attention returned to the renovation projects. If we can't play why not work really hard, right? The game plan was set; finish the kitchen countertops, demo and prep the bathroom. Team Carroll vs. Renovation. Ready. Set. Go.
Round one went to us. Finished all tile work for the new kitchen counters. One point Team Carroll.
All that to say, the cabinets aren't finished. Yet.
But the countertops are and they look FANTASTIC. The best part? Now that we have countertops again, I don't have to cook any more meals using the hotplate on our bedroom floor.
Moving on with the renovation, our biggest goal for the weekend was bathroom demo. Total gut job.
Enter: Round Two.
Guess what we discovered behind tile number one. Concrete. Lots and lots of concrete.
Even after several hours with Hammer, Crowbar, and Muscle Man on the task it was clear we needed reinforcements. End of day Saturday, we didn't get as far as we wanted: one point for Renovation.
After devising a detailed game plan to conquer and complete the remaining bathroom demo we headed to my folks house to recruit a few good tools; Huge Crowbar and Sledge Hammer were added to the roster.
My folks live a few minutes from the lake so we decided to take Reyah down to swim and play fetch. Burn her energy now, we could work longer later. It was a tactical move, or so we thought.
After 15-20 minutes of play, I threw the ball as we were getting ready to leave. She ran down the shore line and leaped into the water with a splash. As she swam toward the ball she started spinning, looking around as though something was biting her. We laughed, thinking she either lost sight of the ball or a school of fish decided to pester her. Though clearly distracted, she of course reached her goal. Reyah takes fetch very seriously. This is work, folks, not play.
It was when she momentarily dropped the ball while swimming back to shore, again looking oddly behind her, that we knew there was a problem. She was hurt.
She made it to the shoreline with a foot bleeding badly in her wake. But did Reyah take notice of her major wound and cry for help? Of course not. She dropped the ball at our feet as always, her intense eyes fixed on us ready to go again. After closer examination we saw that the pad of one of her toes had been cleanly cut; nearly all the way through.
"Tis but a flesh wound! I can still fetch!"
I was never happier for a smartphone than looking up the emergency vet clinic's number. Within a few moments of seeing her injury I had an emergency vet clinic on the phone with wonderful help telling us how to stop the bleeding and take care of her until we could take her in tomorrow.
Thankfully, my parent's house was only 3 minutes from the lake. They were out of town but we landed Reyah on their kitchen floor, blood and all, and pillaged their first-aid supply. I am very sorry to say, but what was a very organized cabinet is now...not so much.
AFter cleaning her up a bit we had to hurry on to Walgreen's to "fetch" other vet directed items. Geoff was the one to run in as I was busy holding the wounded dog in the car, applying pressure to her bleeding foot. This was interesting as his shorts were covered in Reyah's blood and that doesn't look good in the real world. He was back in record time. I'm sure people got out of his way quickly when they saw him coming.
Keeping this dog off her feet for the next couple of days will definitely be a game-changer. That to say, demo plans are momentarily delayed. She doesn't share our love for renovation projects; demo noises and territory changes stress her out on a healthy day. She also isn't the lay around kind. Soon after being bandaged she laid on the bed, restrained by my leg, staring intensely at me with her well-known, "I want to go play fetch, NOW" look. Her situation hasn't fully set in.
Sorry girl. We're still trying to figure out how to successfully help you with the little things like, go potty and not put any weight on your foot (without falling down) and most importantly - heal without infection.
It would happen to a back leg. Had no idea how much more necessary those were than the front for dogs. I don't think Reyah did either. She doesn't make a good three-legged creature, and Geoff all but breaks down when he sees her struggle to try. It could be a long week. After the last difficult (though successful) attempt at a potty break, she is now hiding under the bed in search of a safe place. Poor baby.
In other news, did I mention we now have kitchen countertops? That's something. Yay!