To borrow from my little friend, Alexander, today has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. We found out that instead of getting a large tax refund like we did last year, we actually owe the government money. Then I found out that one of my favorite weekly running podcasts, Phedipiddations, is going to be scaling way back and cutting back on the number of shows produced. This is actually quite understandable - I know that the host, Steve, puts in a lot of time and effort into the show each week.
But the worst thing that happened today...our precious miniature dachshund fell down a flight of stairs! She's fine, but it was SO scary. We were upstairs working on a shelving system that Chad built, and we saw Emma heading for the stairs. Our upstairs is basically a finished attic, and the staircase is really steep and narrow. Emma never goes up there by herself, and when we do take her up there with us, she always lets us carry her down. But this afternoon Chad was screwing some shelves together and she got scared and started to go down the stairs. By the time we got to the staircase she had already made it to the bottom. I just knew she would be laying there with her little legs broken and her spleen or another internal organ laying beside her. But she was fine - she was walking around and jumped onto the couch like nothing happened. I was sobbing - I saw her little life flash before my eyes as I heard her body tumble down the stairs. I'm always worried about her slipping a disk in her back, and I just knew that this was going to be the end of her. But now she's resting peacefully on my lap as I type this. We'll take it easy the rest of the day and see how she is, but if she shows any sign of distress I'm going to take her to the vet tomorrow.
Emma in recovery mode.