Indy got spayed yesterday. This morning she stood up and left a puddle of blood under her. I can see no obvious splits in her stitches, so I'm guessing it's just leaking out of her abdomen. It seems to have stopped tonight. Otherwise she'd be headed back to the vet. But today, Ozzy was playing fetch with Steven outside and impaled himself on a stick. Literally. It went probably three inches into his chest, luckily below the breastbone, so it skated off and just created a pocket and tore the muscle. If it had gone over, it probably would have punctured his lung at the very least. So we rushed him to the vet, where we spend another four hundred or so dollars again today. There is no such thing as a free dog. Ever.