Oh, right, we were overdue for another giant vet bill. After all, it has been a whole month since the last one. What was I thinking, feeling like we were probably bottomed out already, and going to see normalcy from here. That's not the way pet parenting works.
The Mr had taken the dogs to the cabin last night, intending to spend the night there and start work early this morning. He would have brought everyone home as the sun set tonight. Elsa had other plans. They arrived after dark yesterday, and hiked up the hill. The dogs know the way, so the Mr didn't feel like he needed to babysit them closely. They got settled in to bed, and Elsa started asking to go outside to potty. And then she did it again a little later, and again... Apparently no one got much sleep overnight. And she didn't always make it outside. As the sun came up, the Mr found a mess on her bed too, but oddly, it didn't smell (which was why he didn't know she did it until he saw it). She drank water compulsively, and was super wobbly. She even pitched forward into her water bowl once. So he packed everything back up and headed back down the hill before he even had coffee. She was okay on the drive home, and when they went to the vet early this afternoon, she was as chipper as she could be. More than an hour and more than $500 later, it was determined that she ate mushrooms on the way up the mountain in the dark. So she's fine. Just expensive.
When I went out yesterday, to my doctor and errands, I noticed that the car claimed it was still over 90 degrees outside, but it sure didn't feel like it. The air felt gentle and cool. I could tell fall is getting close. Tonight, my biggest indicator of season change has arrived: it was the Rocky Mountain Showdown, the first football game of the CU/CSU season. In fact, as I type now, it's still on, for another minute of game time. There were two rain delays, so it didn't kick off until almost 9 tonight. Neighbor T came over, wearing a green Rams shirt, while I greeted him at the door in a gray Buffs shirt from last year's homecoming game. If our houses were connected, I'd probably get us some of those "house divided" split color t-shirts to wear. Honestly, I probably would anyway, since we have open-door policies and practically live together most of the time. We promised not to be mad at each other no matter which team won. By 11:30, when CU went up something like 45-31, we looked at each other and decided to go our separate ways and watch the end of the game from our respective beds. It was a fun game to watch, but man, we were exhausted by the end of it.
Now that this rivalry game is over, I can go back to cheering from a distance for CSU. I feel like they're our beloved cousins for whom I wish the best, but no way can the Buffs let up the gas at the annual family reunion competition. In return for our good-natured game viewing tonight, I can sit with T and cheer full-throated for the Chiefs at every game except when they play the Broncos. T and I are so happy football season has arrived. It heralds the beginning of fall, which is easily the best of all the seasons. I don't need pumpkin spice to tell me the good times have begun. I have football and stew. This is the time of year I live for.
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