Poor Dakota

Jamie decided to take Dakota on a run Sunday afternoon before Uncle Matt and Aunt Diana came over to help us celebrate Drew's birthday. When he got back, we noticed that Dakota had a big gash in her leg. Jamie was a little unsure of how it got there as he never heard her yelp or anything on their run, but it did look like a barbed wire cut deep into her leg. Jamie wrapped it up with some gauze and figured it would be ok until morning when we could get her to the vet, but about 30 minutes later we noticed that the blood was going to start seeping through the gauze. Poor thing!

Jamie decided to call the vet (remember this is a Sunday at about 6 pm...) and their answering machine directed us to a vet hospital in town that is open 24/7 on the other side of town. Jamie got Dakota in the van and headed on over.

Being that it was Drew's birthday and the poor kid hadn't even gotten to open his presents yet, we went ahead and ate without dad and even opened presents. It wasn't the same without him, but at least Matt and Diana got to be there and eat Grandma Paula's Chicken Casserole that I made and a batch of buttermilk brownies. (Drew's two most favorite foods ever).

Jamie and Dakota made it home about 2 1/2 hours later, and he had to carry her up the stairs to our bedroom because she doesn't come out of anesthesia very well and was still having trouble walking. She had gotten a few stitches and the docs said all should be fine. So far so good, but what a night!