Today was supposed to be the official first day of my 2014 tackmaking year. However, things did not go according to plan.
I got the kids to school without incident, but when I returned home, only one dog met me at the door. "Where's your sister?" I asked Emma. A moment later, I heard a horrible, strangled sound coming from the dining room. I looked in that direction and saw Darcy, down on her side, lying in her feces with a plastic cereal bag over her head.
Oh. My. God.
I ran to her and removed the bag. She threw up a little and flopped back over on her side. For a few minutes, I truly thought she was dying.
Eventually, though, she did come around. She sat up, then she got up and signaled that she wanted to go outside. I let her, and--typical Spitz--she spent the next half hour lying comfortably in the snow.She was back to her usual self within the hour, but I'm not sure I've recovered yet!
Despite the scary morning, I did manage to get a few things accomplished in the studio. Danielle and Tiffany's sleigh bells are done...
and Erin's dog has a face.Awwww. He's kind of cute!
I was also hoping to start Margaret's bridle, but in the end, I just ran out of time. Still, I can't complain. This could have been a really terrible day. It wasn't and I am so thankful.