Before the terrible thing.
After Artie ate half my Gillian Anderson fried pickle spicy grill cheese sandwich.
Thank you for stopping by and I'm sorry I scared you.
The bad thing happened. Pip's knee snapped on her left leg now. Out they ran to go potty. There was something I could have done but I didn't. And now she's in a ton of pain and cannot use either back legs. I felt like going in the garage and turning on the car. It went in my mind and I didn't even say it out loud because it scared me and I pushed it out as quick as I could. My poor dog. I'm such an idiot.