emergency vet visit

So I spent a small part of my evening in a strange vet's office last night.  It's not how I envisioned my evening going.

I dropped Henry off at doggie day care at 7:15 yesterday morning (yes, I can get up that early).  He was excited.  I had him in his little harness (we actually call it his bullet proof vest), and when I unlatched him from the seatbelt, he immediately jumped down, but got all tangled -- but he didn't care.  Did I mention he was excited?

I was possibly even more excited, like I am every time I drop him off.  The people there are great and obviously love animals.  They usually meet me at my jeep and take care of everything right there outside.  And the best part is, Henry comes home exhausted, which is the part I like.  I can do anything I want when Henry comes home from a day there, because he's too tired to care about anything -- especially the cat (Henry's biggest downfall).

I was especially excited to take him there yesterday because CJ was at work, I had lots of errands to run, and I was mostly done with my homework (at least the bigger, more difficult problems, which was strange).  I had plans to run to Kroger for pet food, to CVS to pick up a prescription and to check out some good deals (free toothpaste, my detergent buy one get one for a penny), to Hobby Lobby to cut a mat for some pictures, to the jewelry store to drop off my wedding ring for some maintenance, and if I had time, a chance to just roam around the mall.  It was going to be wonderful.

I had just finished up at CVS when Barkefellers called to tell me that Henry was playing and had somehow ripped off his toenail and that it was bleeding a lot.  I'm envisioning him in this pool of blood they can't get stopped.  Overdramatic, I am.

Of course our vet's southside office isn't open on Wednesdays, but their westside location was.  I was calling 15 minutes before closing time though, so they referred me to some other clinics in Beech Grove or over by the airport (rather, on East Washington Street -- no thanks).  By the time I picked Henry up at daycare, he had been lounging in one of their luxury suites (complete with a TV that blasts Animal Planet 24/7), the bleeding had stopped, and he didn't seem concerned with anything but going to sleep.  I still ended up taking him in, just because if there's a problem, I'd rather take care of it now instead of waiting for his toenail/bed to get infected later.  So, turned out not to be as big of a deal after all.

On the plus side, things could be worse.  Remember when we got him and the very next morning he was puking all over our house?  Or how we fed him ham at Christmas and he spent the next morning puking in my parents' garage and then later, all over our house?  Or how I came down with the stomach flu and was just starting to feel better, when Henry started puking all over our house?

I'm counting my blessings.