Oh, my gosh, Peeps.....it feels like forever since I made an entry. We're mostly all fine, just busier than ever. The puppy nieces finally went home, which was kind of a relief. At the end of their visit I starting having nightmares that one of them, usually Lily, got hurt, or worse. On her last day with us I ended up taking away her bandana, so it couldn't get caught on something and choke her. I took away her squeaky toys, so she couldn't disembowel them and and choke on the squeaker part. I took away her ball, so she wouldn't chase it down the basement stairs.....It bears mentioning that Lily never in her life destroyed a squeaky toy. The whole thing was a product of my own over active imagination. And I don't know why I thought her bandana could be a problem but her collar was fine. And the basement stairs? Well, there's a closed door at the top, for one thing. Plus, even when the door is open she won't go down there. I think I was just over stressed. Even though I sleep during the day, the dogs do not. I was more than a little tired after nearly two weeks. I was very happy to pick my sister up at the airport and deliver her, along with the dogs, home again, safe and sound.
While all this puppy drama was happening in my head, little Squeak broke the bone in his upper arm doing.....not much. Turns out, he had a cyst in his bone that weakened it to the point that it fractured when I raised his arm above his head. The doctor says these types of cysts are fairly common and usually clear up on their own, if they don't cause a fracture. He was just unlucky. Most kids never know they have one. By the time a child is 15, they usually don't get bone cysts any more.
Squeak's fracture was too high to cast, so the poor kid has to spend the next three months wearing an immobilizer. He can't even tie his own shoes, and he will miss the whole spring soccer season. After the break heals, he'll get evaluated again, and hopefully won't need surgery or further treatment. Nothing to do but wait, in the meantime.