Seth and I spent Christmas 1997 in our little duplex on Barwood Circle. We took Abbie for a walk on the train tracks near our house and she stepped on some broken glass and cut her paw. It was a deep cut and wouldn't stop bleeding, so we ended up spending the entire afternoon at the emergency vet hospital. Not the best Christmas ever!
Poor Abbie was pretty pitiful. She just lay on the floor and didn't move much for a day or two.(I can't be sure, but I think the big box in the top picture contained the first of several sleeping bags Seth has bought me over the years.)
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