This morning, on my way out to an interview no less, I pick up Eddie to bring her to the car for her weekly chemo treatment. During the walk to the car she suddenly lets out a yelp, and either bites my face or just her head swung and her teeth caught me below the eye, on the nose, and above the brow. Ouch.
Yeah, that's right, I went to an onsite job interview with a swollen black eye, looking like I'd been in a bar fight or something. Oy. They never said anything, so they probably assumed something far more entertaining than me carrying around a dying dog.
That said, I did find a neat unit for carrying Eddie going forward. It's a Help 'Em Up which provides a well-balanced cargo with two nice rubber handles on top for carrying a large dog around. Yes, you too can turn your dog into a suitcase. That said, you can tell that this is a lot more comfortable for Eddie so I'm glad we've done it.
Now if only the swelling will go down before the FOUR, count'em FOUR interviews on Monday. Oy!