What a crazy, hectic afternoon and evening for Linda. The vet never called to say Chimmie could be picked up. She finally called them at 3:30 to ask how he was. "Oh, he can be picked up anytime" was the response. Great. She had a 4:30 class and then had to go right to church to watch the babies. The vet closes at 7:00 and she would not have been done until 7:30. The office is 20 minutes away, but she was able to race there, talk to the Dr., race back home home, drop him off, speed to her class, slip and slide her way to church then drive 10 miles an hour home since the roads were sucky. On the plus side, Chimmie is doing just great. He ate like he was about to starve to death. Now he is chewing a bone in his pup tent. Because of the stitches, he can't jump or play so Linda thought the tent would keep him calmer. Linda looks a lot calmer and happier in this photo from her dinner party last night. She does need to wear more make-up though. She looks so washed out next to Tier.
