For those eagle-eyed readers who read my blog posting about Snickers and the great accident of our 2009 Vacation Season - you were right! Congratulations! I DID indeed forget to specifically mention what had happened to the Beast that had him knocked out and had me on all fours screaming bloody murder for assistance from my otherwise engaged husband to resusitate the animal.
Oops.
I don't know why after all this time reading my blog you're not pyschic enough to realise that the dog had tried to leap through a door that was so sparkling clean (and closed) that when he flung his considerable heft in my direction, he was more stunned than anyone to realize there was a door there and he couldn't go through it. I guess when I wrote the blog I was still traumatized by the memory of my beloved beastly boy lying in a heap on the floor unable to move. That, or the sight of the emergency vet bill, but admittedly I wasn't thinking clearly enough when I wrote about it to give my readers the full picture. Many of you were wondering - was it heat stroke? Did the dog have a heart attack? How did he break his neck and dislocate his shoulder? Well the truth of the matter is that he didn't.
Whatever.
He tried to follow me out to the deck and instead launched himself into a screen door that fought back so hard it knocked the dog inoperable for a while.
He's fine now.
He lived to see another day, eat copious amounts of hot dog and to chase chipmunks all around Loon Lake for 5 days. So yeah, he's well on the road to recovery.
In other news, do you know what today is?
365 days ago today, the one whom I adore (also known here affectionately as "Buzz") and I swore to take each other for better or for worse, through richer or poorer and in sickness and in health. Who'd of thunk it, but in the 365 since that fateful day on the beach that we've lived our vows with such complete and utter commitment? We've both been pretty sick (and without a doctor) and we've had moments of robust health - like the 2 months last January when we were dedicated to hitting the gym 5 days out of 7. Sadly, March came around and neither of us has been too worried about the "and in health" part of our vows enough to continue our gym vigilence.
Ahem.
In the last 365 days we have definitely been better and one more than one occassion (can you say Moonshine) one of us has been "worse."
And because we're on PEI where I am decidedly "under" (but not "un") employed, we have definitely been "poorer".
But we're optimists! We have the first year under our belt. We are now officially no longer "honeymooners".
But we are happy.
We are healthy.
We are rich in life's experiences and great friendships and family ties.
He's the one I want to spend my time with when I don't want to spend time with anyone.
He's one lucky son of a gun because I'm the one that cooks him gourmet meals 5 nights out of 7. I'm lucky because no matter what, he takes me as I am, with all that that means. Plus he buys the groceries.
Happy Anniversay Buzz! Here's to 37 more.
