What a friggin' weekend . . . →[More:]So last Monday our pup had her teeth cleaned. To the tune of $260, but well worth it. Wednesdays are her normal doggie day care days, so off she goes.

She was pretty normal Wednesday night, ate her dinner, just very tired (which is not at all unusual on day care days since she plays like a maniac). Thursday morning, however, she wouldn't even touch her breakfast, just wanted to lie on the couch. I chalked it up to exhaustion left over from the play day and went to work.

Thursday night she wouldn't eat dinner either, and still seemed beat. She also seemed to be limping a little, but she's come home with a sprained muscle before. So, getting a little concerned, but still not overly worried.

Thursday night she had a real hard getting up the stairs to come to bed.

Friday morning - no breakfast again, so I take her back to bed (mrs. tr33 took the day off), asked my better half to call the vet, and went to work.

Late Friday morning - phone call from the missus telling me the pup's left rear leg had started to bleed.

By the time we got her to the vet, blood and pus was oozing down her leg and she could barely walk. She also had a very bad fever, hence the not eating. They shaved the hair off on her leg and told us the skin was literally just falling off. Turns out she had gotten an injury of some sort, through which an extremely aggressive staph infection entered and wreaked havoc.

We picked her up Saturday, along with a battery of salves, antibiotics, pain killers, disinfectant, and anti-imflammatories to the tune of $670. Ugh.

She is much better though, still quite sore and tender, but improving. We were worried sick.

On top of that mrs. tr33 has started suffering from the morning (and evening) sickness. AND I had a 30-foot row of cannas bulbs to dig up and winter in the basement so every muscle in my body is a-screamin. AND Saturday night I made what promised to be a quite scrumptious looking tortilla torte in our spring-loaded cake pan, but when I picked it up to go in the oven the bottom fell out and I had tortillas, beans, salsa, soy "meat," cheese, and tomatoes all over the kitchen floor.

Oy vey. I'm almost glad it's Monday.