Stitches are ... Delicious ... ?

Both Margie and her parents had a mouthful of stitches this month when Margie
decided to eat her bandages and tear out her stitches ... a total of three times.

This left Jon and Susan with a dinner plate full of vet bills in lieu of groceries.

Dee-lish-usss!

The Real Story: One gardening day, Margie

went outside and was playing around in the backyard as usual. Margie knocked at the backdoor when she was ready to come in, so Susan opened the door. It was early morning, and Jon was still in bed with his head softly laid on a comforting pillow, catching up on sleep from a long week of Insomnia. After a few minutes in the living room, Susan noticed several drops of crimson liquid on the 1942 bright ochre hardwood floor and said, "Alright... Who's bleeding!!?" She grabbed Margie's foot and noticed a two-inch flap of skin on the back of her front right paw and guessed that Margie had tried to hurddle the tall wooden privacy fence (again... and again... and again) and didn't accomplish a very happy landing.

Susan grabbed the nearest "junk" towel (OCPD skills still mentally intact) and achieved her most glorious First Responder performance. Susan's parents had come to help with yard work for the day, which had been planned around Susan's Surgical-Intern-Like schedule (her only day off in a month) and she was not about to abandon her guests or give up her one day of freedom by sitting in a vet hospital... so a split-second decision was made to wake the sleeping dead...
she yelled, "...JON!!! ...Emergency! 911!" ...and some stumbling and fabric shuffling of the quick-throwing-clothes-on act was heard ... and Jon came out of his den with eyes growling like a bear that seemed to say, "No. Not today."

The vet said Margie was very lucky, being a mere millimeter away from slicing two major arteries - a feat that even Susan's Sniper-vigilance Skillz couldn't have saved.


A few hours later, Margie snuggled up with

her pack leader on the bed in a glossy-eyed stupor from left over general anesthesia.

In her latest statement, Susan remarked, "Dogs are cute, but they cost a lot." A lot of physical, emotional and mental currencies too.