OK, don't freak out, Charlie is fine.
But seriously. Charlie was sleeping next to me on the couch and I was petting him. I felt something rough so I pulled him in for a closer look because it felt like a tick or something. It was a little piece of wood. I tried pulling it off him and it seemed to be tangled in his hair so I grabbed the tweezers, yanked, and pulled out an INCH AND A HALF LONG piece of wood.
Oh. my. GOD. My puppy had a wooden STAKE in him. Somebody must have thought he was a vampire dog and tried to SLAY HIM. It was was of the most fucked up things I have ever seen in my entire life. Considering Charlie weighs maybe six pounds, it was the equivalent of me having a pencil in my back.
And yet, he didn't really seem too bothered by it. He didn't bleed, so I think it must have been in at a serious angle. (Plus the whole wooden stake in the heart area, vampire dog or not, would have hurt him I am thinking.)
He seemed totally fine both before and after, though A and I are still stopping every few minutes (three hours later), looking at Charlie and trying to figure out if we have a zombie dog.
Baby shower (HAPPY baby shower!) mentioned below
On to happier things. Tracy, after much relaxing and a shitload of modern technology, is having twins! And Kelly/soapchick threw an online shower for her. She had silly games and everything (I totally underguessed by like five feet how big Tracy's stomach was. At least I wasn't measuring in toilet paper squares.) One of the coolest things: we had shower favors! I got home yesterday to a package that when opened knocked me over with its fantastic scent (Damn. When are we getting scratch and sniff on these blog things?):
Both Thomas and Charlie were interested in what Mommy had in the box. Charlie wanted to eat the popcorn and Thomas wanted to eat the ties on the bag.Thomas kept shoving Charlie out of the way, until Charlie finally decided to just sit on the couch with me and wait it out. Thomas kept trying to get to the smelly fantastic bag contents:
I am looking forward to using the soap and the bath bombs. I don't think my bathtub will do them justice - I am actually going to take a bath at my parents in the huuuuge marble guest room tub. Yes, I am going to be that weird, that I will go to my parents to bathe. That's how good they smell. I suggest you all order some from backyard soaps.