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#1109400 added February 27, 2026 at 5:17pm
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Some Things Suck More Before 5:00am
There are things that just suck more when they happen before five in the morning.

For instance, having a collision with a patio chair. A collision that involves your crotch and left thigh.

Our six month old golden retriever had her surgery to get fixed and chipped last week. It was a long day for our family. We know it's a typical procedure and we've had other dogs go through it, but it's always hard to leave them. They don't understand about going to the vet in the first place, let alone you leaving them there, and then waking up hurting.
We all kept busy as we could and reassured one another she would be fine. The vet was understanding when we called them before they called us. We hit at just the right time with them saying she was just out of surgery and doing great. Then, they understood when we were there 20 minutes early on the pick-up time. (We weren't the only ones!)
We've always had Labradors. I've come to think that Labs are the cats of the dog world. They are incredibly lovable, but also sleep a lot and are pretty independent. Golden retrievers, though they share the last term 'retrievers' seem to be much more social and involved with their people.
It was as though we had left her for years. She literally wouldn't settle at home until we were all around her where she could see us. And even then, through all the medicine, she kept opening her eyes every minute or so. Oh, how this pup has bounded into our family and stolen our hearts away.
She's done well this past week and is off most all of the medicine. This means her energy has come back. And I think she is trying to make up for lost time with all the activity. Which leads us to this morning and the patio furniture debacle.

She's feeling so much better that she's back to waking up early and not wanting to go back to sleep on her own, so I'm working with it and getting up with her. One of the kids is usually up with me to help, too.

This morning it was 4:49am when I heard the plaintive whine and woof. Bleary eyed, I drug myself out of bed and got her in her harness and leash. (She's young enough that if you don't take her on the leash - even though we are in our fenced in backyard - she won't use the bathroom. She forgets she even has to go.)

The rabbits are coming back to our yard already, even though the grass is still brown. Our Lab loves to give chase if she smells/sees one. She's going to be six this year and isn't on leash. Well, the Lab took off after a nonexistent rabbit. The pup did too, but she was on leash. The leash curved around the pillar to our porch. *Headbang*

Now, the end of this is that I am eternally grateful for the patio chair to be where it was.
The beginning is that it hurt like hell.

The leash drug me forward and into the metal (curved, thank goodness) arm of the patio chair. By me, I mean my crotch. I don't have the same problem as a man, but let me tell you, it still hurts like hell. I pulled back enough to get free, but then she yanked me again and it flung me forward and it hurt worse against my thigh. I yelled - albeit as quietly as I could due to our neighbors - and here's the thing about our golden retriever.

She came back. She actually came running back to check on me. *Cry* *HeartG* She is actually my husband's dog. You can tell he is her favorite person.

But, my Lab - God love her - just kept right on going. The Golden Terror or Lady Chomps Alot, as she is known, checked on me.

So with a huge bruise on my thigh and cuss words having been brandished... I did remember to look for the silver lining, as mom would say.

The silver lining is that, seriously, if the chair hadn't been there, I likely would have smashed face first into the pillar of our porch. As it was, the chair was caught between me and the pillar. I could have a broken nose, broken glasses and maybe a concussion. So, I am thankful it is a bruise on my leg and not anything else.

Here's hoping she starts sleeping in better again soon. And that we get the little hole in our fence repaired so the bunnies find another yard.
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