Good lord it has been a day. This morning Cooper, during a fit of puppy energy, took off towards the hallway and hit the wall on his way. He yelped loudly and then held up his paw, which dangled at a weird angle. I yelled, “oh my gosh, I think he broke his leg!” as he continued yelping in the hallway. Patrick scooped him up and he and my mom rushed him to the emergency vet. It was awful. The sound of him hitting the wall. His dangly paw. Ugh. I was a bit frantic waiting to hear, worrying about how we would take care of a puppy in a cast while I’m recuperating myself.

Then Patrick sent me this photo.

He probably sprained his shoulder but thankfully, his leg was not broken. The vet said it happens a lot with puppies. They get hurt, then limp for a while, but then are ok. What a relief. The vet suggested leash walking and pain meds.

Then, later after we got ourselves regrouped and relaxed, Cooper knocked over my mug of hot chocolate onto the living room carpet and all over my end table. He really tested us today, the little shit. So much for the anti-stress environment my doctor prescribed.

But I am thankful all is well at the end of the day. Hopefully the excitement tomorrow is outside of the house when our contractor comes back to finish our concrete work.