Our Saturday was a bit of a roller coaster.... Saturday morning, Bristol woke us up early. He started whining in his kennel about 6:15am. That is the time that during the week Hubby usually gets him up and out, so I just figured his internal clock told him it was time to get up. He kept whining and whining so I decided I would get up, let him out and then we could all go back to bed for a few hours. After all, it was my day off and we were not going to be heading out to the races until later.
So, I got up, let him and Buddy out, only to discover the real reason he wanted to go out. He had a bad case of diarrhea. After the pups came back in, I got their breakfast ready. He wouldn't eat. Instead he wanted to go back outside for another go around. It is odd for him not to want to eat. So, being the good dog mom that I am, I went outside with a zip lock bag inside out and scooped up some remnants for the vet. I have suspected for about the last week that he had some sort of parasite or worm. We all ready knew he didn't have heart worm, but he just wasn't gaining any weight as he grows. So, at 7:45am, I loaded the sample and the dog into the Jeep. Off we went to the vet's office. They were able to squeeze us in since we were there so early.
After the sample was examined, guess what they found. Yes, worms. Round worms to be exact. It's something he got from his mother's milk. So, at some point in time, his mother was around long enough to feed him. So, $68 dollars and two prescriptions later, we headed for home. He just had his last de-wormer treatment and he will be on antibiotics for a few days. That was one of those down hills.
About 9:45am, after the Tour De France time trial stage ended, we headed off to mom's house to drop off the dogs. Bristol hadn't been to Camp Nana yet, so it was a big day for him! He met Chula for the first time, which went better then I thought it would. Chula was more scared of him than he was of her. We left him and he was settled in within minutes of us leaving. That was a up on our ride.
We headed down to PPIR for the Busch race. It was HOT, HOT, HOT. Miserable hot. We were sweating like crazy and the sun was miserable. We had brought 2 bottles of water each. Plus I bought 2 bottles of water to drink those as well. It was hot. That was a down.
But then we headed up to our seats. About 20 minutes into the race the sun moved behind the building and our seats were in the shade. AHHHHH! Major up! And then the race was really good. We were cheering for Kenny Wallace. He took 3rd. It was a fun time! (again, an up)
So, then we headed to the parking lot. And started the long journey home. We were heading up I-25, in stop and go traffic. At one point we were stopped and the next thing we knew, we were rear ended. (That was a big ride down). Thankfully there was a state trooper about 4 cars back and Hubby was able to get out of the Jeep and walk back to their car. So, we all pulled over to the side of the road and the officer took all the info. We have major damage to the Jeep. It doesn't look that bad, only a few bumps, however, our tailgate won't open. That is going to be an expensive fix. But apparently this kid has insurance, so hopefully it will be easy to take care of. Hubby will probably contact the other guy's insurance company today or tomorrow.
After an hour we were back on the road heading for home. By now my sister and Phoebe had arrived at my mom's house. Apparently all 4 dogs were having a great time. We finally arrived and went out to dinner with everyone. It was a nice dinner. (up again).
We headed for home, and finally crawled in bed late! It was a long exhausting day, but I really enjoyed the race.
I had to get up early Sunday morning also. We had a staff meeting at the store, before it opened. I worked all day and then came home and was sound asleep by 10:15pm. I have a day off tomorrow. I am looking forward to that.
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