So I have been a hunting widow these last 4 days. The weather has been as the blog title suggests. I figured something would go wrong while Tom is gone, and it finally did. This morning, after cleaning up the diarrhea our beagle left on our bed and the floor, I noticed Vanessa, our presumed Chesapeake Retriever, was limping badly on her left hind leg I managed to get her into the passenger seat on my car and get her to the vet. As my leg is getting progressively number (more numb), the vet is examining her and explaining to me that she has completely ruptured her ACL. Great! The vet then explained the procedure to me. He then nicely asked how I was doing, and I gave him a brief summary. (You have to understand that the vet and I see each other a bit with all of our critters. He even came to our wedding.) So then he said the phrase in the blog title. I managed to get Vanessa home (with a little more difficulty), and she is now lying in the laundry room, on pain killers and sedatives. Those of you who know her know this is completely unlike her. She is a very hyperactive dog so it is weird for her to be like this. Surgery (for Vanessa) is scheduled for Thursday. I will be seeing a neurosurgeon likely next week after another MRI.