Stupid Dogs

I was supposed to brew a Summit SMaSH (single malt and single hops) this weekend, but ran into some obstacles. Saturday started off great. A friend from work got us free tickets to the Badger game against Illinois. Another friend was working the beer tent, so we got to drink for tips only. Great seats and a great game! Badgers finally won their first Big 10 conference game of the season ('bout freaking time!). Went back to the beer tent after the game, met Wendel the Miller Hight Life guy, got some free swag. Good times. My buddy and I shared a cab ride back to my place to hang out and sober up. After a couple ours I drove him home and that's when the shit hit the fan.

I got back to my place after 10-15 minutes only to find our foster dog Einstein soaking wet and bleeding in our kitchen. Dexter (our forever dog) is lying under the table, his muzzle and neck covered in blood that's clearly not his own. Both dogs are panting heavily. Without hesitation I leave Dexter behind and take Einstein to the emergency vet. I spend an hour or so there while he gets checked out. They decide they want to sedate him to get a better look at his wounds and send me home, telling me they'll call in a few hours to come pick him up.

I get home, clean Dexter off and find a few nicks and bruises on him, but nothing too bad. After a few hours I get a call from the vet. They say they'd like to keep him overnight so they can keep a better eye on him as he comes out of sedation. I pick him up the next morning, and he's got four drainage tubes put into his bigger wounds. He is messed up! I don't know who or what started the fight as both dogs have been getting along very well for three weeks now, but Dexter most definitely won.

So my Sunday was spent picking up meds and cleaning wounds instead of brewing. But there's always next weekend.