Poor, Poor Things

I have a couple things to blog about that has happened recently. We'll start with the beginning.

The other day while cleaning up Rylie's outside kennel, I managed to get a board (rylie enjoys tearing down the siding and stuff off the outside wall of the chicken coop while we are gone) stuck in my foot.  Needless to say, that HURT. As a result, three separate spots started bleeding on my foot and a large splinter was stuck in my pinky toe.  My pinky toe!

I then stopped cleaning the kennel, hobbled to get the mail and back inside to start performing surgery on my toe. I worked and worked, then worked some more.  Then Travis came home and he dug his knife into my toe and worked and worked. No luck.  But we did get it towards the top so I grabbed a fingernail clippers and grabbed on to it and pulled.

Here is that large splinter. . .

It was such a large splinter, largest I've had, and in my smallest toe! Ugh!

Anyways, woke up the next day, foot still hurt.  Pretty sure there is still something in it, but i'm leaving it and hoping it just goes away.

Anyways, that next day was yesterday. 8:30 in the morning I grabbed Rylie and brought her into the vet to be spayed. Poor thing.  I stopped at the grocery store and then the meat center to pick up ribs for the large cookout Travis is planning for tonight.

Mowed the lawn, finished cleaning Rylie's kennel, visited the kitties - all 5 - and went back to pick up our poor puppy around 3:30.  She was a little out of it, slow moving and sleepy. She was also sent home with a collar cone in case she was to lick or chew the incision and we couldn't resist. . .

She did not like that thing nor knew how to walk around and avoid stuff with that cone.  So we took it back off, she doesn't other her incision anyways.

We went to a WestCon supper last night and entered to win BeanBucks or CornBucks and seeing as I haven't been called today, I don't think we won.

And this now brings us to today. Rylie is feeling better, she wants to play but can't for 10 days or however long I can keep her from playing, but when she can run around I have a brand new frisbee for her to run around and chase after.

That's what I have to report. Homework time... maybe.