Pepe le pew

From the title and picture you may all see where this is going, but here it is anyways. Last Sunday night Archimedes started whining, he whined and whined and whined and we had no idea why. We checked on him a few times and everything was fine but he would not shut up. So out of frustration at about 3:30AM Marshall went and let him outside. About 15 minutes later Marshall let him back in and this NASTY smell started circulating our house. Marshall brought Brynlee up to me to see if I though she smelled like she got sprayed like a skunk and it stunk so bad I thought for sure she did until I went down to check if Archy smelled too and I only got about 3 steps in the family room and my nose started burning. I immediately put him in the garage while we figured out what to do. Marsh read online that we need to create a chemistry lab and bath him in peroxide, baking soda and dish soap. Easy enough, as long as you have all three of those ingredients. And of course, we had about an inch of peroxide so that was not going to cut it. Marsh couldn't drive so we got in the car and headed to Harmons, which doesn't open until 6 so we started trying the gas stations. Maverick had it, we paid $2 for 8 oz of which we needed 32oz and of course that gas station only had 2 bottles. Long story short, after we finally got peroxide we went home and Marsh washed the dog and I started looking up what time pet stores opened so we could get him properly bathed with de-skunking shampoo. At this point we were super tired, super pissed and super frustrated. The pet store didn't open until 9 so instead of having Archy freeze in the garage we put him in the basement. Well, he didn't like that and instantly started whining and barking. He did it consistently for 3 hours and we were about to pull our hair out! Marsh was calling every pet store within a 100 mile radius trying to find one that could take him first thing. With the dog whining, us on little to no sleep and our house freezing because we were trying to air out the worst smell in the world, Marshall finally had it and he went down stairs to shut the dog up. In his frustrated haze he accidentally fell down the stairs and in lou of trying to save his foot he laded on his left hand and he said he heard a crack. We laid there regrouping and just taking some deep breaths and then got up stairs and continued to call pet stores, apparently Sunday is bath your dog day and everyone was booked. We finally got Petco to take him at 9 and we took him the second they opened. When we got home I dozed off on the couch and when I woke up I found Marshall dead asleep in the recliner and Brynlee dead asleep in the middle of the floor, sprawled out like she was dead. It was a rough morning to say the least.

Back to Marshall's hand. So, Marshall has been riding one of those wheeled scooter things that you rest your leg on and push with your other leg and apparently it is pretty touchy because he keeps taking spills. Well, he took a spill that broke the cast on his foot and the only time they could fit him in to get a new one was the time he had schedule for the x-ray of his hand. It is kind of hard to see the crack in his x-ray but it is a triangle and you can sort of see one side of it just above his knuckle.

So now the guy has to deal with a broken cast on his foot for another 5 days until he has a follow up appt. and the doc it going to put him in a walking boot. The results from the x-ray showed that he broke the crap of his hand right about his ring finger. So now he has a bandagey cast thing on his right foot and a bright green hard cast on his left hand. He is falling apart.