This is the kind of day when I wish that Lucky Penny was able to support the household. Last night, I came home from quilt class to find Piccolo trembling, and moving tentatively. I made a call, and was advised to bring her in to the emergency vet. One x-ray, and a couple hundred dollars later, we have a diagnosis of disc disease, a week's worth of muscle relaxant, and instructions to keep her inactive for three weeks. Today, she's resting on a pillow, and whimpers a little if I move her the wrong way. It sucks that today I have a work deadline.
I missed a lot of gory action when I was in the exam room with her last night. We didn't see the arrival of a chihuahua that had been hit by a car, or the two terriers that killed a rat (that fought back) in their back yard. The terrier owners marveled at how quickly the bloody mess from the dogs was cleaned from the waiting area. I guess that's what terriers do with rats, but the image horrifies me.
The good news is that demand for Lucky Penny sweaters is increasing, at least locally. I have to add more to the Streeterville Pet Spa stock, which leaves me at a shortage for the DIY Trunk Show that is about three weeks away.