This is what my studio/office floor looked like in the aftermath. That is wet bamboo flooring on top of the table. Flooring that will someday be the basement floor - if it's not too damaged and we can fix any future damming issues.
And under the table - wet smelly stuff, stuff and more stuff.
And I learned that Husband is a sucker for that dog. This is a picture of him at 12:30am trying to coax Tigger the Dog into the cone of shame so that she wouldn’t lick her wound.
And this is Tigger the Dog giving him the “Why do you hate me so much when all I give you is love?” look.
Half an hour later, Husband gave up, got her a dog bed from another room, put it next to his bed and let her sleep cone-free in her drug induced coma next to him where he could touch her if she moaned in the night.
And I'm pretty sure he would have done the same had Tigger the Dog been a cat. Despite what he said at the emergency vet's office when they went off to put a serious dent in our credit card - "If this were a cat, I wouldn't bother. I'd just ask them if they had any spare ones in the back."
Of course after my fall on the ice on Monday, his fall on Friday and Tigger the Dog’s fall on Sunday, we are a very bruised and broken team but we are a team nonetheless.