So lets just start by saying everyone is ok now...
well last night I had a holiday dinner with my agility people. so the bf decides he didn't want to come out with me, so he stayed home with Harley, and did some laundry.
So we went out to a nice resturant, and there were about 20 of us, so it was loud, 2 hours later I look down at my phone and see 11 missed calls.
Well at first I figured my mother was being annoying or something then I realize they were from the bf. So I run from the table and call him, and ask what's wrong and he's like, "well the crisis is over now" and I'm thinking "what crisis, wth happened?"
"Oh Harley and I just got back from the vet, he jumped in the closet when I was in the basement (closet in our bedroom), and my degree (framed university degree) and some other stuff fell on him and he got stuck in a bag, and when I got him out he limped into his crate and wouldn't come out for cheese."
(he also told me at first he thought he got out, cause he wasn't making noise and he couldn't find him, which scared me even more)
I'm panicking at that point cause I just switched vets, and asked him where he went, well somehow he remembered the location of my new vet office thank god, and got to the new place, it was 7:30p when he got there and they close at 8p they graciously took him in, so he didn't have to go to emerge.
Well of course once he got in the vet lobby Harley was back to normal, and wanted to play. So he paid $85 to be told he may have some bruises in the morning.
I got home 2 hours later and everything was fine, the bf sucked it up and said don't worry about the vet fees, "it was my fault I'll handle them". So I'm going get the insurance stuff dealt with for him today, but boy what an eventful night.
Had to share this, cause this is the first time Harley has had one of those emergency vet runs that turned out to be absolutely nothing. My insurance is going to hate me this month...lol