I'm going zoom home to pick up Darcy and take her back to her normal vet to have her stitches removed. I think she'll be surprised they're there because she hasn't once seemed to notice them (another thing to include on the list of things I'll thank God for. What does sleep matter in the big picture? Not at all). If we can get her hip/arthritis/pain killer/joint health stuff figured out, she'll be back on track. Her specialist vet called to say that the tumor was not cancer. And I immediately rejoiced. I've battled and lost people I loved to cancer. No one should suffer it, but I really did not want that for my good, good dog. No one who has to deal with me on a daily basis no matter my mood or general well being wanted that either. I think that might be an example of answered prayer...for several people.
On the other hand, the Milkbone situation at home is nearing critical. I'm going to have to brave the crowds to go out and gather more!