Sometimes I really hate being right.

In my last post I introduced you to our newest family member, Suzy.

Unfortunately, these days Suzy is now sporting a few fashion accessories that she would most certainly rather not be forced to wear.

The look says it all, doesn’t it?

There’s a reason why good ole Suzy has to wear this lovely cone.

(I did at least try to spruce it up with a pink ribbon!)

At the ripe old age of 7 months (at least that’s how old the vet estimates her to be), Suzy has already had hip surgery.

Bless her heart.

So here’s what happened.

A few Saturdays ago the kids played outside for most of the day.

As late afternoon turned into early evening I called for the kids to come in because it was starting to get dark.

“Ok, Mom! Let us finish playing this game!”

“Well, hurry up because it’s getting dark and someone could get hurt! And bring in all the scooters and other riding toys while you’re at it!”

5 minutes passes.

10 minutes.

15 minutes.

Grandma Sandy is getting irritated.

“Kids, it’s too dark to be outside and I TOLD YOU 15 minutes ago to clean up and get inside. It’s dark and someone is gonna get hurt!”

“Ok, Mom, we’re bringing in the scooters now!”

“You have approximately 3 minutes!

Do! NOT! Make Me! Come Out There!

GOT IT?!?”

“Yes, ma’am! We got it!”

Then approximately 2 1/2 minutes later, Middle Man comes running in saying, “Mama, Mama, Mama, we were coming up the hill and you know those rocks? Those rocks coming up the hill? Peanut was stepping on those rocks coming up the hill only one of those rocks she stepped on actually wasn’t a rock it was really Suzy and I think her leg is broken!!!”

Sometimes I really hate being right.

An Emergency Pet Care visit, X-rays that revealed a broken hip, shots, worming and spay procedure totaling close to $1,000 for a dog that we didn’t think we needed but who clearly knew better because we missed her like crazy when she was gone and voila!

Suzy has a bunch of stitches in two different places and a lovely cone to wear for 7-10 days.

Bless her heart.

Unfortunately, Suzy isn’t the only injured member of our family.

A few days before the broken hip incident the kids were once again, playing outside.

Peanut wanted to ride Guitar Boy’s Ripstik.

“Peanut, that’s not a good idea.”

“But Mom, I promise I’ll be really careful!”

“Peanut, I really don’t think it’s a good idea, even if you’re really careful.”

“But Mom, you let me ride it in TN and nothing happened.”

“Peanut, our driveway in TN was like, 2 feet long. There wasn’t much room for you to fall and break an arm. This driveway is not only much longer but there’s a slope to it and trust me. You’ll fall and break an arm.

It’s not a good idea.”

“But Mom, I’ll be really, really careful and I promise I won’t go anywhere up the driveway. I’ll just stay right here and practice riding circles around the cars and stuff.”

I hesitated.

I shouldn’t have done that.

“Ok, Peanut but ONLY if you stay on this end of the driveway.

Do NOT go up the slope because you’ll fall and break an arm and I mean it!”

A little while later Grandma Sandy leaves to go buy some Gulf shrimp so The Chef can make shrimp and grits for supper because our friend, John, was coming over to eat.

I get to the seafood place and realize I forgot to ask The Chef if he wanted me to get jumbo shrimp or medium shrimp so I start digging for my cell phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey, do you want jumbo or medium shrimp?”

“What’s the difference in price?”

I tell him.

“Um, get medium.”

“Ok, I’ll be home in a few.”

“Ok. By the way, I think Peanut broke her arm.”

My mind explodes into a thousand pieces while the shrimp lady is still standing there looking at me waiting to scoop up either the jumbo or the medium shrimp.

“Medium,” I tell her.

"WHAT?!?!?!?” I say to The Chef.

“Are you freaking kidding me?”

“No, I’m not kidding. But John is here and he’s looking at it.”

“OhmydearlordI’llbehomeinaminute.”

Upon my arrival back at the Grandma Sandy compound, I find our friend John examining a tearful Peanut’s right forearm.

John and The Chef have been lifelong friends.

John is also our pediatrician.

The Chef says, “Well, she was riding the ripstik and was coming down the slope at the same time that Guitar Boy was riding by on the John Deere. I think she tried to get out of his way a little too quickly and fell on her right arm.”

Down the slope.

Down

the

slope.

Sometimes I really hate being right.

John concluded that a trip to the ER would only result in her arm being put in a splint and an appointment being made to consult an orthopedic Dr. so we made a quick trip to Rite-Aid to buy a splint and Grandma Sandy called the bone Dr. first thing Monday morning for an appointment.

Peanut had her arm X-rayed and we waited for the results.

Dogos was with us and was so excited when she saw “stickers on some toilet paper."

To pass the time, Dogos decided to entertain herself with a “stomp/clap/dance” game.

Soon the verdict was in.

Yep.

Fractured.

As if a broken arm wasn’t enough, our next step was to John’s office because Peanut needed a chicken pox booster.

Dogos started up with the stomp/clap/dance game again.

After our visits to two Dr.’s offices we decided that lunch at our favorite restaurant was in order.

And who can resist a trip to this store?

Finally, we headed back out to the country for home.

The stomp/clap/dance game did her in!

I’m not sure what the odds are of a family having both a kid and a dog with a broken bone at the same time but leave it to the Grandma Sandy family to beat those odds.

Thankfully in just a few short weeks both Peanut and Suzy will be as good as new.

Peanut has learned her (costly) lesson and has realized (I hope) that Grandma Sandy actually does know what she’s talking about.

As a Mom, it’s nice to prove that point.

However, sometimes I really hate being right.

And just in case she should forget, I thought I’d leave her a reminder.

Sometimes I hate being right.

But it’s always nice to have the final word!