This past weekend was Labor Day weekend, and we had a lovely time. We made almost no plans, enjoyed time (and Hand & Foot!) with friends, and spent a bunch of time with our little girl, Scout. We were rather relaxed and happy throughout the weekend, until yesterday afternoon. Sigh.
We had decided to take Scout to the dog park yesterday afternoon, thinking tons of other dogs would be there for her to play with, and she would get some exercise, sun & fun, and generally be exhausted (translation: too tired to disobey!) after running around. Well we got to the dog park and she had no one to play with! We kept trying to play ball with her but in the end, Scout wanted water and the shady spot on the grass. So much for running her ragged!
When we got home, I gave her a bath (dusty dog park) and cut her nails because they were too long. Well she's fine in the bathtub until I dump water on her head, which she HATES! Once that begins she tries to soak me through and get out of the tub. She accomplished the soaking but not getting out of the tub.
The tragedy came when I cut her toenail too close and she bled everywhere! I thought I'd stopped her bleeding but I hadn't and she bled all over the carpet and Chris and the living room throw we keep on the couch. Poor baby! She was hurting and I felt horrible!
I've cut her nails before but this was a gusher and I felt so terrible! She's okay now but I still feel bad. My aunt said not to let this keep me from cutting her nails again, but I know I'll still be nervous about it.
This made for a stressful and not relaxing evening for me, since I was so (unnecessarily, apparently) worried for her. Turns out to get even, she accidentally peed on our bed. Yep, she did, the stinker! Fortunately we were able to clean it up and remake the bed with clean sheets.
All in all, a lovely weekend, an awful night, but Scout was fine this morning when we left for work. I guess I'm just a little overly concerned, but I am sure she's alright.