Friday night. Mackenzie had just had her flu shots and was so sick/tired/weak/miserable. I was trying to comfort her, and all the sudden hear a HUGE crash in the kitchen. I walk in, and the kitchen is COVERED in glass. It is in my coffee pot, mixer, ALL over the floor, the sink, in the baby swing (scary), and even into the attached mudd room. Mackenzie started crying after the crash, and our dog was in the mud room, so I run up to DH and he gets out of bed to help clean up the glass. I start feeding Mackenzie, he lets the dog out, and starts sweeping the floor. All my glass bowls are broken, and DH looks at the shelf and sees that the top shelf broke, dropping all my glass bowls from the top shelf and knocking all my glass plates off the middle shelf. DH says that the realtor who flipped our house probably half @$$ed the shelf installation, because it wasn't that heavy of a load.
I am shaking because if Mackenzie wouldn't have been sick, she would have probably been in her swing while I cleaned up after dinner, and both of us would have been covered in glass. I am about to cry and I hear a knock on the door. Some huge, drunk guy is out there and asks us if we have a dog- yes... well, he hit a dog and can't find it. I started to freak out and he said he had a four month old baby in his car with him (what?!). Our poor dog (huge bull mastiv, 130 lbs) comes limping up the drive way and DH and BIL took him to the intensive care vet. This all happened around 9:00, and DH was at the vet until it was time for him to get up for work at 4:00am. I was up cleaning glass out of everything until 4 (it was EVERYWHERE, tiny little pieces in the whole kitchen). The next morning, I see that there are swerve marks where the drunk guy may have swerved back and forth off the road repeatedly for about a quarter mile (it had been raining and you could see the marks in the mudd). I think that our dog was scared by the crash and that made him run towards the street, where he would normally never go.
Our dog was given morphine and now strong pain killers, thankfully had no broken bones, and is recovering slowly. I can't believe that such an old dog survived getting hit by a car. I am so thankful that Mackenzie wasn't in her swing. Like I said earlier, normally DH would go to bed at 9:00 and I would be finishing up cleaning the kitchen before our bedtime routine, with Mackenzie in her swing. What a weekend. So glad we are all okay and our dog is recovering.
Re: Terrible Night (Could have been worse...)
What an evening! I'm so sorry about the dog. Did you call the cops when the drunk guy came to your door? Especially since he had a child with him?
Our house was flipped and I'll never, ever buy a rehabbed house again. We've had to remove almost all the new carpet because it was so poorly installed. We had to replace the bathroom vanity, the kitchen sink wasn't installed right and leaks ... it's a mess.
Oh my goodness! That is nuts!
I am so glad that your little girl and your dog are okay after that crazy night.
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The really crazy part is that the guy actually called the cops himself. Like I said, our dog is BIG, and there was damage to his car. He called the cops because our dog damaged his car (seriously?).