FINALLY!!!

This has been my son Zeuz for the last, are you ready, 8 months! Sadness huh? I'll tell the story for those who don't know it. My dog broke his leg when he was outside "mowing the lawn" with my husband. Spoiler alert: he did not get his leg caught in the mower, take a deep breath. However, the mower is no innocent bystander. Oh yes, he was involved. You see, when Kevin goes outside at ANY time, Zeus must then follow. He cannot STAND IT if Kevin goes out there without him. So like any responsible parent we put him on his leash in the backyard while the mower is going, JUST IN CASE. I mean, he's bitty, he would not win if the two took each other on. Zeus won't go near the thing anyway, so we never worried. Well.....his leash is long. He was on the opposite side that Kevin was mowing on, but saw something across the way apparently and took off to go and get it. All the while dragging his leash behind him. It happened so fast that Kevin didn't have time to shut off the engine before his leash was dragged under into the blades. Zeus was not even near the mower, so it could have turned out to be okay, but oh no, his leash just HAD to be wrapped around his leg. The pull of the blades on his leash snapped his poor leg in half. Probably, embarrassingly enough, the most scary day of my life. Most people would have just been sad and scared and taken him to the vet to get it fixed. I, on the other hand, exposed a crazy person to my husband that I don't think he will ever forget. I was on the verge of hysteria. Keep in mind that I cried in Hidalgo. The movie where the horse lives and wins the race, but got injured on the way. Tears were flowing. Anyways, I was just sure they were going to have to amputate his leg, or put him down, or some other procedure that Satan himself invented. I was shaking and bawling and snotting everywhere, and my husband was trying to calm me down, hold Broken Leg Zeus (who by the way was sweating, panting, crying, shaking, and cursing our names), call the vet, and get us there all at the same time. When we got there Kevin ran in with him while I had to take a minute in the car to become a somewhat sane human being. I go in there crying and I swear it should have been in a movie. You would have thought I was waiting for my child to come out of open heart surgery at Primary Childrens rather than waiting for a splint at the vet. I go up to the counter and ask where they took my dog and the lady asked which dog was mine. I looked at her like she had three heads. I was obviously appalled that she didn't know of this crisis happening in her clinic. MY DOG HAS BROKEN HIS LEG PEOPLE. So anyways, I finally find them and I'm willing to pay millions if that is what the vet would have asked for. I would have flown specialist in from different countries if that is what it would take. Hello. So to try to sum it up here, he was fine, it was a clean brake, it should have only taken 6-8 weeks to heal. But I have a stubborn A dog I guess. Because 8 months and $1600 later, he is finally healed............yeah.