tender is the jane

When LouDog is in pain, we know about it. LouDog keeps us apprised of his ever-shifting mental and physical states, regardless of whether or not we express interest in them. Jane, on the other hand, needs to limp, swell up, or, as was the case yesterday evening, bleed all over the damn kitchen to let us know when there's a problem. She's a very tough dog.

Jane bled all over the damn kitchen yesterday to let us know that there was a horrible cut in her foot. At the park yesterday she somehow lacerated (doctor word!) the webbing of one of her front feet, requiring a trip to the hour-away emergency vet, anesthesia, five sutures, antibiotics, and painkillers.



While I can't be accused of freaking out, I took it all harder than I would have expected. When the vet said that she expected everything to go fine, although there is always risk involved with anesthesia, it took a lot to nod instead of launching into an explanation that, risk, yes, haha, you see that is the thing, perhaps you had better take a step back and devise a plan to make my dog better without any risk whatsoever, how does that sound?


Here Jane, upon returning home all loopy and full of sutures, gobbles down some rawhide

Jane is fine, as expected, and it cost waaay more than we needed it to cost, and as I was paying, it occurred to me that I would happily hand over my wallet, several pints of blood, and my pants if that's what it took to get her better.

So at this point I'm hoping that all you people who say that you can love a dog but have no idea what parental love is until you have children are just lying lying lying. Please be lying. Because if you're not, I'm going to be incredibly easy to take advantage of in the event that I obtain offspring.

At least humans I'm responsible for will be covered on our health insurance.