It started off like a normal day of the week. One thing was different and that was taking The Calvinator to doggy daycare for grooming and play time.
And then I received a phone call a bit after 3:00p. The Calvinator was receiving a bath and he collapsed. He was being rushed to the vet.
I arrived at the vet's office and he was soaking we and swaddled in a blanket. At point, while we were waiting to see the vet, I thought he had died.
Blood work was done and he received an ultrasound; fairly normal readings. Could it be something neurological? A stroke? Old age? We may never know.
By the time I got home and got him settled, I was spent! Yes, spent!
It was either going to be a Martini or a foot long Coney, tater tots, and Cherry Limeade.
What did I do?