So today I spent about four hours sitting outside Costco waiting for two new tires. It ate up a lot more money than I expected, was an altogether unfun experience that featured a variety of really rude people.
And all that seemed completely insignificant when
It was just a terrifying time. I mean, I think he's okay, but still probably ought to take him to get checked. But he's walking around normally, bothering the cats normally, and being his normal self, albeit just a little slow on that hind leg.
I don't know what I would do if he had been badly hurt. I'm so relieved that he's okay.