A Weekend of Irony

I haven't written in quite some time, I just haven't had the energy to spew my thoughts after my long work weeks. But lots has happened, so let's get a quick catch up:
Two weekends ago, our pup, Jedi, began vomiting after eating some sand from Omri's sandbox. Idiot, I know. By the next day he is not eating or drinking, nor moving his bowels or urinating. So we take him to the closest animal hospital to us, in Pet Smart in Spring Meadows. They suspect a virus or parasite, but a boatload of money later reveals that he is not hosting any parasites. He is sent home with Carafate to inhibit the vomiting and some special food to spark his appetite. Fast forward to Saturday morning, Jedi doesnt want to move, eat, or anything. We feed him water witha medicine dropper, and take him back to the vet to search for an answer. They suspect an obstruction in his bowels, but caution against surgery, because he has a severe heart murmur, and cannot undergo anesthesia. We become heartbroken and decide that if surgery is necessary, we will just go for euthanasia, to prevent him further pain and a likelihood of an unsuccessful surgery. Luckily, X-rays reveal that the obstruction is in his colon already, so the vet reaches in and grabs it. What caused the blockage? Hair ties, sticks, grass, and such. The irony? I was reading "Mercy" by Jodi Picoult. The premise? A husband is being tried for the murder of his wife, who asked for her death in her final stages of cancer.
Jedi is now a chipper pup again, and wants to eat EVERYTHING, as well as being super rambunctious. Does anyone know why they're called Boxers? Because when they 'play', they actually 'box', which Frankies eye found out in an unfortuanate hit.

Fast forward to that Sunday night. Frankie decides to remove the ramp from the front of the house. His reason: We dont want to give robbers the wrong idea about this house. You see, there have been a string of home invasions of the elderly in the Toledo area recently, and we dont want to give anyone the inkling that we are easy prey. So the ramp comes down with the help of Kyle's chainsaw. The irony? The next morning, our car is broken into and the GPS stolen. Go figure! Thankfully, everything else was spared, save for the 5 CD's in there, Omri's mix was in the actual player, so that was spared, phew!

It was truly a trying weekend, as other bad news chose to fall upon me the day that Jedi was in the hospital. But, since I will need a good long rant, I will save it for another blog. Heh heh heh, I love cliffhangers.