Let's see... we made it one year, two months, and five days without a noteworthy injury.
Unfortunately, it looks like Campbell inherited Alan's weak bones. She did not exactly "stick the landing" while dismounting from a bed this weekend (whose owner will remain nameless). It didn't seem to be more than a sore booty at the time- but when she still wasn't trying to walk this morning we knew something was up. I guess if you are a spazz God gives you strong bones. Maybe she is going to take after Alan in the coordination department after all.
Turns out she has a buckle fracture on her right tibia. Turns out I am going to be drinking a lot for the next four weeks.
You can already imagine the laundry list of things to obsess over that are racing through my mind.
1. How will I bathe her?
1a. Though my family loves to remind me that I did not bathe her for the first three weeks of her life, times have changed... and have you seen her coif of hair? Two days without a bath and she will look like a grease monkey!
2. How will I know when she puts something down it? Because you know she will...
3. How will I keep her cool while letting her enjoy the outdoor things she loves to do?
3a. See #1.
4. How and when will I stop crying about this?
5. How will she learn to walk dragging this cast around?
5a. See #4.
You're getting the general idea...
In the end, it will be fine, I know... in fact she seems fine right now. But the darn thing hasn't started to annoy her just yet. All in good time I am afraid.
Anyway, she is awesome and will figure out a way to work this into her highly fashionable lifestyle, I am sure. And yes, of course, it is pink.
Love to all... especially Grita!
A kiss for my Grita
Me and Beasley
Maybe upside down works better