Oh Lucy....

This weekend was Pete's 29th birthday, and on Friday night I planned a romantic dinner at Alana's to celebrate. As we were getting ready to go, Lucy began to vomit... and unfortunately we immediately knew what this meant. We rescheduled our dinner reservation and headed to the animal hospital. 2.5 hours later we left, without Lucy, who got hooked up to an IV in hopes of flushing out whatever the object she swallowed and was lodged in her stomach. Saturday morning I got a call from the Doctor informing me that Lucy was not able to pass the foreign object and was going to need surgery.

Fast forward to Sunday afternoon -- we were finally able to go get the little pup, who now has 20 staples down her belly... she's so sad and pathetic looking! And to make it even worse, she isn't allowed to run/play or go to doggie daycare for the next 2 weeks! Thankfully I am able to work from home some this week to keep her company!