I am quite possibly as tired as I've ever been at the moment. This week has been just as chaotic as I feared it would be.
After spending what felt like 72 hours moving yesterday, Chris and I were on our last trip to the new place with a very full car of boxes around 11:45 p.m. when all of the sudden we watched a little black lab dart across the street and get hit by a car. I immediately freaked out and screamed "Pull over! We have to help him!" Before Chris had even stopped the car I was already jumping out of it running across the street in front of traffic (not smart, I know) trying to get to the dog.
Before I got to the dog I saw the owner and she was hysterical. I told her to grab her dog and get in my car because we had to get to the emergency room. The black lab was able to walk a bit, but he was bleeding and breathing heavily.
As I've mentioned before, I'm not the type of person to process thoughts clearly in intense situations. I react first, think second. So when we got back to the car Chris politely reminded me that it was filled to the brim with boxes and therefore it was going to be pretty difficult to fit a black lab and a hysterical owner inside. Luckily, Chris is a little more logical than me (and calm) so he immediately suggested that I take the woman and her pup to the ER and he would just walk home because we were only a few blocks from our house.
And so two minutes later I found myself driving to Chicago's 24 hour animal hospital with a stranger sitting beside me and her bleeding dog on her lap. I felt like I was an ambulance driver and had an excuse to drive 30 over the speed limit because I was determined to get her there as fast as possible. When we got to the hospital her dog was still awake and seemed to be doing okay, but he was bleeding from his head and his leg. The poor woman was apologizing profusely because her pup was getting blood all over my car but that was the least of my worries. I couldn't have cared less about my stupid car- fabric can be fixed, a dog who's been hit by a car isn't always so lucky. I just wanted them both to get inside and make sure he was going to be okay.
Long story short, it's now 2:00 a.m. and I'm running on about 10 hours of sleep from the last two days combined and all I can think about is the black lab. I'm sure he's going to be fine, when I dropped him off he was able to walk inside. But if you're an animal person send some thoughts his way, it couldn't hurt. The owner told me she adopted him a few years ago from a shelter after he was dumped by his family on the side of the road, so the little guy hasn't had the easiest life.
And now I'm officially exhausted.
Hopefully the new place is decorated soon and I can post some pics. I hate leaving on such a downer note so instead I'll leave you with this photo of Russian Grandma Harlow just because it always makes me giggle. Give your pups an extra hug today.