Well, it started out to be a perfect weekend! The plan was to go to St. Jacobs with my mother and boyfriend on Saturday, then go flying on Sunday. We did end up going to St. Jacobs and had a wonderful time. We started at the Outlet Mall. It was a little disappointing as so many stores have closed since autumn. We headed over to the market and it was totally packed. The good thing was there were quite a few more vendors than we have seen before. Suddenly, without warning, a few pies attacked us while we walked by the Stone Crock Bakery vendor. We tried desperately to fight them off, but were overwhelmed. They followed us through the market and out to the parking lot where they hijacked our trunk. We came to the conclusion that enough was enough! We did not have the strength to battle any longer, thus, we slammed the trunk closed, trapping the little suckers inside. Needless to say, at this point we were exhausted and famished. We decided to head to the Stone Crock restaurant in the village of St. Jacobs and submit a formal complaint regarding their harassing and abusive products. We were going to demand compensation for the torment we had just endured. Once at the restaurant, we proceeded to the greeter/reception area, to inform the waitress of how we were just accosted by their hostile pies. She greeted us in a friendly and inviting manner – perhaps a little too friendly. We didn’t want to go into a full blown complaint and get her back up against the wall. Subtlety was the key to achieve the greatest compensation. Pretending to be interested with their establishment, we allowed her to seat us. Their techniques for drawing one’s attention to the magnificent hot buffet and salad bar could be considered entrapment. I was flabbergasted when both my mother and boyfriend agreed to the full lunch buffet. I figured they had a plan so I went along with it and asked for the salad bar. I’m not sure what they put in their food, but it took over our minds, emotions and taste buds. With distended yet satisfied bellies, we made the decision to let the earlier pie assault slide. We know now to avoid the Stone Crock market vendor in the future…..errrr….either that or bring a bigger cooler!
The rest of our trip was great and we had a nice drive home. We dumped off my mother at her car and the two of us headed up to the apartment. It wasn’t long after we arrived that our day took a horrid turn. My boyfriend was walking into the living room from the bedroom, when I suddenly heard little Abby galloping in my direction, then a thud and very loud “snap!” I instantly knew Abby had run full force into my boyfriend’s very unfriendly leg. I felt sick and ran after her as she darted under the bed. I pulled her out, fearing her leg snapped in two or something equally horrible. Her front paw was bleeding but didn’t appear broken. Still, we rushed her to the Emergency Animal Clinic, where we were just two weeks ago having little Beau put down after her battle with kidney failure. The vet examined her and said it did not appear to be broken. We didn’t want to take any chances, so he took her in for an x-ray. The wait was brutal! After about thirty minutes, the vet came out and assured us that there were no broken bones. He said her knuckle area was a little injured and opened, so he glued the wound and gave her antibiotics. We were shocked when the technician came out with little Abby wearing one of those satellite collars! She looked like a little lamp. Check out my photo gallery under McKids to see the little munch-kin in her current state! I’m hoping to get in to see my regular vet tomorrow to have her checked out and find out when it is safe to remove her gigantic collar of shame. I also hope to sleep a bit tonight as the motherly instinct kicked in last night, resulting in me staying up all night, with Abby cradled by my side.
Symptoms for today: I think I’m tired….I think I’m so tired that I feel totally awake. Does that make any sense? Probably not, but I’m too tired to think….I think….