So the situation with the move-in housing has thankfully been resolved. After we told our relocation lady that the 25th wasn't an option, she was able to successfully lobby the EA people into paying for two extra days in temporary housing. What this means is that we'll have a 2-day overlap between moving out and moving in, and we won't have to frantically pack our car and try to make everything in one trip.
Penelope got sick a few days ago. She'd had whatever the dog equivalent is of the stomach flu a few weeks ago, right after she'd been visiting Susanne for a while in Charlottesville, and we figured it was because she'd eaten something she shouldn't have while running around the back yard. This is a thing that dogs just do.
She wasn't able to keep food down and had to go outside almost every hour through the night, so Ben and I didn't get a ton of sleep. She'd started to look really emaciated--we keep her weight low for her hips, and the previous sickness and trip hadn't helped her keep the pounds on--and was poopin' out blood, so we took her to the vet. By the time we got her to the vet, she weighed 51 pounds, which is terrible; her usual slim-and-trim weight is somewhere around 58.
The vet hooked us up with some things for her tummy and the visit was significantly less expensive than it would have been in DC, so that was a pleasant surprise. We'd been referred to this vet by our real estate lady, who said that they were probably the best vets in Westmount, so it was nice to see that they were pretty affordable.
So now we are feeding Penelope white rice and ground beef in painfully small amounts, and waiting to move into our new apartment. I am bad at patience.
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