Chewie got hit by a vehicle today.
She somehow got out in the rain and was up in the street, and a truck got her.
Fortunately, all that happened was she dislocated one of her hips, and the vet thinks he can put it back in place tomorrow.
I don’t know whether to be angry or sad. Angry that the dog got out, angry that I’m going to have to pay for another surgery, or just sad at the whole affair.
Work is hard right now. I’m coming home at approximately 8 p.m. every day, and there supposedly is an end in sight somewhere…
At least the kids are O.K.