This is what's happening:
Last night my parents had to take their dog, Rallo, to the emergency vet hospital. My dad was out in the backyard taking some practice swings with his driver and Rallo rolled up right behind him.
The back swing hit Rallo in the face and he was injured very badly. He had to have surgery last night. He may not have vision left in his eye but the vet feels confident that he did not sustain any brain damage.
It is possible he may lose his eye but we won't know for some time.
My poor parents are beside themselves. My dad is really, really destroyed. He and Rallo are besties. My poor mom just doesn't know who needs comforting more, dad or Rallo. To top things off, they did not have the money for the surgery and so they had to ask us to help.
Matt has sorted things out for them but it really scared the two of us. No one really thinks about what happens if their pet has a medical emergency. We adore our kitties and would hate to be in this same situation. So we decided that Matt will cut back on golf and once I use my Sally gift card, I will be on a strict no-buy. We want to ensure we have quite a bit of our salaries saved should something happen.
I will keep you updated on Rallo's condition once I know more. I will see him today once he comes home from the hospital. That's one doggie who's getting lots of cookies...