aaaaand sober.

nothing sobers you up after a night of drinking quite like 1:35am phone calls from your brother in a panic because he thinks your dog is dying.

yeah.

and what can possibly be done about it from the copper penny parking lot? your options are:

1. call the parents and tell them [and freak them out to no end - what can they do from cape breton?]

2. shut the hell up about it because there is nothing i can do until i get home so just wait

3. pick her up and drive her to the vet emergency

what was picked? option 2.

i get home and we proceed to have a 1.5 hour conversation about what's wrong with her and what we should do about it.

we decided that since she got up and walked, and drank some water and went outside, and came back in and lied down, we should just wait till tomorrow morning to call the parents. but there is definitely something wrong with her.

she better still be breathing when i get up tomorrow morning.

man, i'm not going to sleep at all tonight. worried.

p.s. not to take anything away from the situation with my dog cuz it's pretty much the scariest thing ever, but seriously? heels? what was i thinking?