Iodine foot soak for dogs

I live at an apartment complex in Corpus that has mandatory valet trash fees ($25 per month). They give you a small trash and and pick up trash at 10pm Sunday to Thursday. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to clean my trash can cause it smelling like cat or dog pee or just gross in general. It’s not like I have a hose so I literally have to spray bleach and dig in to clean it. I’ve started to just leave the bag out at night right before they come to pick it up. There’s a good amount of residents that do that too including my neighbor. Then I get a note saying they will terminate services if I don’t use the trash can but when I asked management if I could terminate it myself they said no. I’ll gladly take my trash to the dumpster but I don’t want to keep paying $25 a month for nothing.

My family and I are considering moving to a house with a large garden outside of the city and want to adopt a dog. but we have never had a dog before and we don't know much. Can you guya suggest preferably medium size like Border Coolie and very playfull but can adopt normal family live breed. (My english is bad i know and sory for grammer mistakes)

Hello! I'm reaching out because I'm wondering what's involved in hosting a family that has been displaced by the wildfires. I have two large "scary" dogs, and a cat. I work long hours and frankly me and my partner are living paycheque to paycheque. But seeing all of these families losing everything is heartbreaking and while we can't donate money my partner thinks we should host a family, as that might be a way to help. However, I'm wondering what exactly is involved as I've never done this before and had some questions. Maybe someone could answer some or provide some links and/or maybe this could be a megathread for questions about hosting families. So I'm wondering: Is there an organization I go through or do I reach out to an individual? How long would I be hosting someone? Is there a risk these people lay squatters rights on my home? How much would I have to financially contribute to these individuals? I'm not opposed to sharing food, laundry, energy, etc I'm just wondering what it might cost. Do families/individuals really want to stay in a strangers home as opposed to a hotel/airbnb?
I really appreciate all the answers folks can provide.
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Stay safe.

Hello,
I would like some feedback on this very mild situation that has made me go NC with my mother and sister. Apologies for the wall of text that's coming. I just want to explain to see it clearly.
Basically, I (F31) have been really brittle emotionally this last year. I had a miscarriage and it hit me hard. I honestly didn't know what to feel about being pregnant at all. I never dreamt about the domestic ordinary life and I have an extreme aversion to taking care of others. I can't even hold a dogs leash. (Side story: Its a new concept for me to love dogs. My current partner allowed me to see the beauty in their companionship after being brought up to hate them because they are and I quote "disgusting balls of germs that do nothing other than drain you of money" - said my mother my whole life. I love dogs now but my mother and sister are disgusted by this).
Regarding the pregnancy though, I was actually surprised at how happy I was. But at the same time it felt like an alien feeling to me. I can't ever really allow myself to feel happy for some reason. Let alone show that to others. My views on life can fit the general ideas described as "sunny nihilism". Most of everything is not awesome and that's ok.
My mother and sister take this to mean that I am extremely negative. So much so that TO ME it feels like they pity me. I put on some weight after the miscarriage and that is their primary concern. I get unsolicited pictures from my mother sent to me from when i was in my early twenties. No caption. Just a voice message saying "see how beautiful you can be?". Middle of the day. Unprompted.
My sister keeps sending bible verses pertaining to being wicked. Stuff like "work hard and become a leader. Be lazy and become a slave". Neither her or my mum have a job right now. And they both could use the money. My mother would rather play bitcoin trading all day to make a 5 dollar profit. And my sister is currently trying to make it as a musician. A bit of another side story here. Music was my dream first. Its a lot of people's dreams of course, but I have this horrible feeling that my sister is doing it to prove to me that she is better? I wish I didnt have to think this way. I wish I could see it non-maliciously, I wish I could say "damn i must have inspired and allowed her to discover her passion". But she's not passionate about the music. She is passionate about the fame and the business. The two things I was truly not good at. Too many insecurities. So I know how hard it is to do that. Which makes me incredibly proud of her and so happy for her. But somehow it still hurts me. And I really hate to admit that. Everytime she tells me about what shes upto recording at a studio here, making a music video over there my heart breaks a little inside but I still have to be supportive and cheer her on of course. I'd compare it to having a sibling marry the love of your life. And they're happy. Its awesome for them but it will always make you a little bit sad.
My mother is a separate issue. My relationship with her I have always described it as a business relationship. I feel as weird with her as I do with any corporate manager I ever had. No hugs. Fake smiles. Anything can be used against you so I am very aware of any word I say. Very atuned to any word she says. I have kept a big distance ever since I was 18. At this point I don't know why I dislike her so much. I think if i ever said it out loud id realise how stupid every papercut is. But its constant. Here, I'll try: My mother sees herself as a bit of a life guru. She is known in her circles for being an awesome life coach, especially for those that have problems woth heir children (ha!). Ever since I was a kid she would be hours on the phone with someone who is at the other end sobbing and my mother would play the pseudo-therapist. She would have (still has) all the patience and empathy in the world to deal with them. It started with her own friends. Then one of her friends had a daughter my age. All that fake-therapy gave me and the other daughter time to get to know each other. We became friends. But then my mother and my friend started talking. At first not much but in the course of 10 years between when we were 15 and 25 their relationship flourished while the communication between my mother and I simply died. This "friend" of mine that Ive known since we were 6 years old did exactly as my mother hoped I would. Became religious and waited until marriage. In fact that was their big project. If my mother had a specialisation it would be catfishing. Her expertise was finding partners for women that had a hardtime getting men. This means fat camps, 25 day fastings, plastic surgery encouragement etc. She created dating profiles for her "patients" (sidenote: this is what she calls them....the "patients" themselves would refer to her as a friend. My mum humors them but behind their backs she always called them her "patients" or "clients"). The dating profiles were for the most part managed by her. She would write and get responses and after some back and forth of impersonating her clients, she would set up a date and the corresponding greatful pawn would play the part. She still does this. She never worked a traditional job a day in her life. But when hardship came she had a vast array of well-off patient-client-friends that could loan her money.
All that patience, all that care, all that TIME. She never had that for me or my siblings. My siblings never seemed to care or notice all of this going on as much as me but they were younger. And after our dad died and we moved to a different country across the ocean I had to pick up the slack.
Needless to say. I am exhausted. I am sick and tired of deflecting my mothers attempts to make a project out of me. Even if its well meaning. And I am tired of my sister pretending like everything's ok. She knows she is hurting me. But she knows I can't blame her for it either. I actually did tell her I was jealous and she smiled the biggest smile ever. She LOVES having me around to rub it in.
I hate myself for making such a big deal out of these stupid things. But my vacation is starting next week and I blocked them both just to have a breather during that time.
Normally I can deal with them. But I am so emotionally fragile and so sick of pretending right now that the constant mindfuckery needs to stop.
Any inputs welcome. I am open to any criticism.

I am sure this has been asked a million different ways from Sunday, but I wanted some fresh options. I have 3 year old cat. She is pretty happy I think. She sleeps a lot. Cuddles with me. Follows me around. She also has all they toys in the world. She has an automatic feeder, and litter box. She flips around on my carpets when I get home and meows and purrs a lot.
That being said I work a lot and I often don’t have time to actively play with her. She does enjoy chasing a wand and other lure-based toys around when I am playing with her. I just don’t do it much. Otherwise she follows me around.
When my lady friend brings her dog around, she chases him and runs away making big motions to entice him to chase her, but he is timid and aloof so no play really happens. If she’s not doing this stuff, she basically aimlessly walk around my apartment or sleeps.
I am not home all the time or if I am I am working. Based on her playing with me and enthusiasm to play with doggo, I feel like she needs a friend. Contemplating rescuing a kitten for this reason. What do you all think? Am I just feeling guilty or does it sound like she needs a catpanion?

This started about 1 month ago. I’m trying to think of any and all contributing factors. I do have some potential causes but none that truly make sense because I just don’t have enough information.
My dog just turned 2. He never had this issue before. Is this when allergies pop up?
He’s completely biting his feet to the point it’s bloody. All day he becomes obsessed with biting them and licking them. he has never done this last year or anytime this year up until beginning of May.
It just seems so weird it was like literally overnight this happened.
Anyway ‘medically’:

• Cytopoint
• apoquel again - unfortunately he becomes very, very restless and anxious when on apoquel it’s very noticeable with his behavior change. But I’m starting it again and carefully going to watch his behavior and see if it’s still manageable while also seeing if apoquel is effective.
• treating all lesions for secondary infections or prevention of infections. Includes topicals, medicated baths, etc.
• a cone to prevent further issues when necessary.
• he’s also being sedated nightly with gaba or traz because his behavior at night is a problem. He wakes up every hour or so to lick or bite and if he has a cone the behavior is much worse: he paces and whines because he hates the cone and can’t sleep and is extremely anxious and distressed, so he basically is sedated via pills every single night.
• daily anti histamine twice a day.
• skin supplements.

an appointment with my dog dermatologist isn’t available until dec which I’ve already scheduled
So I’ve already scheduled a blood serum allergy test(idexx) with my vet later in week. I know blood tests aren’t ideal but I’d rather do this now in the mean time if I can’t get in to see a dermatologist until winter. any reasons why I shouldn’t do this now??
my dog can’t keep living like this for months. All training classes have come to a halt, what was once a happy, energetic, engaging, trusting dog who went to weekly sport classes, came with me on my trips, allowed me to do all sorts of cooperative care things has basically turned into this itchy painful dog that’s now skeptical of me even approaching him to apply medication, who stays home all day (besides walks or the park etc).All my summer road trips have been cancelled. All my training classes are cancelled including the one I’m currently enrolled in that I’ve already paid for because he’s just too itchy to go and it’s too stressful for him to go and engage while also being itchy and painful (which I realized after trying to still go in the beginning).
All in the course of 1 month. I’m terrified of what’s going to happen in 2 months. In 3 months. How much of an effect this is going to have on my dog…. Why is this happening now suddenly?
Major changes/ things I noted: all symptoms started beginning of may

• switched to a RX diet in February. His stools are so firm and never had any GI upset so I’m unsure if it’s food allergy related?
  
• moved to a different house in April 16. So 3-3.5 weeks before this started happening.
  
• beginning of may: I gave him a bath but played with him outside in the dirt before giving him a bath? Shampoo is dermallay by dechra. First time using it, but he isn’t itchy anywhere else (back etc) except his paws.
  

I’m doing my best to manage symptoms which I’m barely barely able to do. I’m also desperately trying to figure out causes by seeing my vet NOW for a blood serum allergy test for the time being and get started on immunotherapy as soon as possible since it takes a long time to work - if it does.
I don’t know what else to do or consider or test. Does anyone have any ideas or things they’ve done to help figure out the root cause?
I feel like the medication used to keep his symptoms from worsening primarily apoquel, is a double edged sword that causes behavioral issues (I know this is rare, but I’m reporting what’s happening to my dog specifically) and I just need to pick which is more important.
What I’m going to do now: a mold kit test (since we just moved), HEPA air filter inside the home. I doubt this will help but I just want to do everything I can.

A client reached out to me about an extended vacation, and are wondering the price for twice a day, or a one hour visit each day. They are concerned about the price. For obvious reasons, I’m not comfortable only letting a dog outside once a day. how can I say this nicely? I don’t want to lose the booking, but I also don’t want to give a discount on the twice a day visits if they doesn’t want to pay it?

Trigger warning: mentions of verbal child abuse
When I was younger (around the time I went to elementary school) I was always very extroverted, social and never noticed any traits related to autism. I didn't know what it was at the time and I never noticed any autistic traits. I am now 16(F) and for the past 3 years, I've been struggling more with sensory issues.
I grew up in a very abusive household. I lived with my father, stepmother and a dog. My dad always yelled at me, made fun of me and told me to be "normal" because I was always very extroverted and loud. My dad has had several surgeries in his back. I don't know the exact details, but he has trouble sitting and standing still for a period of time without experiencing a lot of pain in his back. Because of that, he always lays in bed in his room. I was never allowed to enter. Because of that, I had a severe lack of attention. Something that every child needs growing up. I started being really bothered by this around the age of 10. My dad would often make fun of me for being chubby, he would yell at me for every small mistake I made and he would blame me for everything that went wrong, even if he was at fault, because "I'm always right" he says. I have a half-brother and half-sister who both live with their mother, so I barely got to see them. They are both like at least 10 years older than me, so they could come over with their mom's car to visit my father, and whenever they did, I always felt like I could express myself to them, but not to my father. I always wanted to hang out with my brother, as he was very protective over me and very worried, since he knew my situation.
Eventually (around age 12) I taught myself that as long as I don't speak to anybody and don't do anything without being asked to, I wouldn't get yelled at. This childhood lead to me developing social anxiety, PTSD and depression. I eventually got rid of my depression at around age 14, but the PTSD and social anxiety still stick with me to this day. I'm afraid that every person I meet has the possibility of being a terrible person like my father, so I distance myself from strangers and I avoid as much conversation as possible with people I don't know/trust.
I visited my mother every other weekend, and every time I went there, I felt like I was in heaven. Nobody that yells at me. Nobody that blames me. Nobody that makes fun of me. She's always super caring. She didn't gain custody of me because of her drinking and gambling issues, which she got rid of after a bunch of therapy just so she could get custody of me, which she has now had for about 3 years. I don't visit my father at all anymore.
I was diagnosed around the age of 13 with a light case of autism. (I'm not sure if we used levels in my country) I didn't think much of it at the time because I didn't feel different from others in any way. I was just struggling with depression, which I also got diagnosed with a lot earlier than autism, so I didn't care about my autism. My mom suggested that I should get diagnosed, as I was showing signs of autism which, again, I didn't notice. My dad said that it was ridiculous. "My child could never have autism. She's perfectly normal, as I raised her", he would say.
When I moved in with my mother, I could express myself more and be myself. What used to be my extroverted, social self was ruined by social anxiety and PTSD, and I now am quiet unless I'm talked to or asked about my special interests. Now that I'm allowed to express myself, I notice that I'm extremely obsessed with what I'm passionate about, and I can get really good at hobbies that I enjoy, such as drumming and gaming. Recently, I was ranting to my half-brother for half an hour in the car about a video game I really liked when he asked me one question about it.
I notice that I adopted my father's behavior of sitting in my room all day, not coming out unless it's for school or dinner. I'd eat breakfast, lunch and snacks in my room. I was allowed to close my door. My room was like a safe haven that I could go to whenever I please to de-stress.
When I was around 15 years old, I started having worse and worse sensory issues. Sensitivity to light and sound are mainly what I'm worried about. The sound of people murmuring and chatting around me in big groups, the light of the lamp in the classrooms, the feeling of my lenses in my eyes. I never had these problems at a younger age, how come I only have them now? Could my autism have grown/developed because of my trauma? I've tried looking up "Causes of autism", "Can mental trauma cause autism?", etc etc. The only things I could find were how women who were abused had an increased chance of giving birth to children with autism, how PTSD could be confused for autism or the other way around and other things that didn't answer my question. So I turn to reddit.

It’s only been 3 days, I know it will get easier but right now… we are heartbroken. I’ve never seen my husband cry until now.
My sweet 5 year old boy (who we got shortly after getting married) got really sick, really fast. He wasn’t eating well and then at all. We took him to the vet, X-rays didn’t show anything, lab work was unremarkable except some mild dehydration. We get sent home with some meds for his acid reflux (which he had for 2 years at this point), a few days later an antibiotic and an appetite stimulant. Almost no improvement. Vet gives more meds. No improvement. We take him to the ER vet. They do an ultrasound. The vet comes in and tells us it’s either an incredibly difficult to treat fungus or cancer. We wait on the lab findings. The labs are highly suspicious of an incredibly rare fungus that has had no successful treatment in dogs. We can either do surgery for more samples (which the vet did not recommend), a colonoscopy for possible samples, or humane euthanasia. Spoke with our primary vet who talked about quality of life and how high of a chance treatment won’t work.
We are temporarily set up for colonoscopy and then Sunday happens. At this point it has been 3 weeks of almost no food. We are shoving pils down his throat morning and night. He’s on a steroid so he should be thirsty…. Except he’s not drinking now. He keeps going to the door to go outside, coming in, and immediately turning around to go back out. In our hearts we knew this was it. We took him back to the ER. Discussed options (new vet this time). New vet is very honest. Pup will need a feeding tube for months, not weeks, because of how extensive the fungus is. Toddler will have to be separated from pup to avoid accidental tube removal. There is an underlying cause to pup getting this infection - he had to be in immunocompromised to even get it in the first place. The prognosis is so guarded they can’t even give me a possible survival percentage rate.
Our sweet baby is miserable. Neither one of us want this life for him. He doesn’t want to play. He just lays there, slowly starving to death, being attacked by this stupid fungus. We elected to let him take his final sleep. We couldn’t bear to watch him continue to suffer for another year (that’s at minimum how long the meds would take - if they even worked) or longer just for this not to work. If the meds didn’t get it all it would come back. If his immune system was still compromised, he could pick it up from wherever he got it from again (we usually don’t take him too far out of the house). Or have my toddler, who doesn’t understand what’s going on, actually understand in a year.
I’m just sad. I keep crying. My husband cries. I miss our boy. I walk out in the living room and he’s not curled up on the couch. We go to bed and he’s not trying to shove in between us when the kiddo isn’t there. The toddler calls for him and we have to tell him that “puppy had to go. He’s playing with his sister now” because our other husky had a congenital kidney disease that we didn’t know about and she died before she turned a year old. I hate this. My heart is broken. I know we did what was best for him and us in the long run but I also feel guilty. Like I should have tried harder. I should have known something was wrong sooner.
If you made it this far, thanks for letting me pour my heart out. I know he’s not suffering anymore but part of me wanted to be selfish and keep him around for another year… but that wouldn’t have been a good life for him. My medical brain reminds me quality of life is more important than anything else.

They’re both incredibly attached to each other she’s had him since he was a puppy (1 and half now) but the past few months he hasn’t been on enough walks. He doesn’t walk for days up to weeks sometimes and he always whines to go out. He’s a medium sized very energetic dog and she doesn’t have a backyard she lives in an appartement. She’s considering rehoming but it’s breaking her heart. Any advice?

Introduction

1. Will this be your first dog? If not, what experience do you have owning/training dogs?

• Yess it will be my first own dog. I did take after my aunts dog (beagle) when she was on only holidays

1. Do you have a preference for rescuing a dog vs. going through a reputable breeder?

• Would prefer a breeder

1. Describe your ideal dog.

• A sweet loving happy dog. That likes to play with other dogs and other people.

1. What breeds or types of dogs are you interested in and why?

• Bernese Mountain Dog, labrodor or golden retriever. They are loving playing type of dogs

1. What sorts of things would you like to train your dog to do?

• Socialize with other dogs/people. Obedience

1. Do you want to compete with your dog in a sport (e.g. agility, obedience, rally) or use your dog for a form of work (e.g. hunting, herding, livestock guarding)? If so, how much experience do you have with this work/sport?

• No

Care Commitments
7) How long do you want to devote to training, playing with, or otherwise interacting with your dog each day?

• 1 to 2 hours a day. I work from home most days of the week.

1. How long can you exercise your dog each day, on average? What sorts of exercise are you planning to give your dog regularly and does that include using a dog park?

• Walking in the nearby forrest with a dog park

1. How much regular brushing are you willing to do? Are you open to trimming hair, cleaning ears, or doing other grooming at home? If not, would you be willing to pay a professional to do it regularly?

• Once a week full washing an brushing is no problem.

Personal Preferences
10) What size dog are you looking for?

• Medium to big size dog

1. How much shedding, barking, and slobber can you handle?

• barking once in a while is fine, But not to much as I live in a apartment

1. How important is being able to let your dog off-leash in an unfenced area?

• important, i won't my dog to be able to walk free in the area around my while waking.

Dog Personality and Behavior
13) Do you want a snuggly dog or one that prefers some personal space?

• Combination of the both. Snuggly on the couch during the day is no problem

1. Would you prefer a dog that wants to do its own thing or one that’s more eager-to-please?

• Combination of the both, love playing with them, but it also will need to by on its own while I need to do some work ;)

1. How would you prefer your dog to respond to someone knocking on the door or entering your yard? How would you prefer your dog to greet strangers or visitors?

• Shy at first is fine, as long as the mail man won't be attacked.

1. Are you willing to manage a dog that is aggressive to other dogs?

• Yess

1. Are there any other behaviors you can’t deal with or want to avoid?

• Should be able to handle people in wheelchairs, as my mom is in one.

Lifestyle
18) How often and how long will the dog be left alone?

• Should be able to be alone for a few hours when im to the gym etc.

1. What are the dog-related preferences of other people in the house and what will be their involvement in caring for the dog?

• Im girlfriend that's here in the weekends wants big cuddly fluffy dog, that she can play and run with. Her allergies might be in play in the type of dog.

1. Do you have other pets or are you planning on having other pets? What breed or type of animal are they?

• No

1. Will the dog be interacting with children regularly?

• No

1. Do you rent or plan to rent in the future? If applicable, what breed or weight restrictions are on your current lease?

• No, no restrictions right now

1. What city or country do you live in and are you aware of any laws banning certain breeds?

• The Netherlands, No laws in place as far as I know

1. What is the average temperature of a typical summer and winter day where you live?

• Summer: 20-30 degres celsius
• Winter: 10-0 degrees celsius

Additional Information and Questions
25) Please provide any additional information you feel may be relevant.

• Girlfriend might have allergies for certain dogs. We will do some visit before to see how she reacts.
• I live in an apparent (90m²) on the 7th floor, with an elevator and a little balcony.

48M, white, non smoker, 6”1’, 300 lbs, diabetic type 2 (controlled without insulin)
I just spent a couple of days at a theme park, and I’m certainly used to the pain related to lots of walking and standing, but I have a rather severe amount of pain coming from one area on the bottom of my right foot. The area is on the middle-right area of the bottom of the foot and it hurts quite badly to put any pressure on it. Resting helps, but the pain is there when I try to walk. It’s also painful to the touch and there is redness.
The pain started in the evening 2 nights ago, and came on rather suddenly. It has not improved in that time despite resting it as much as I can.
I have a podiatrist, but they cannot see me for 3 days. I’m concerned I may be dealing with a stress fracture or something similar. Is waiting 3 days for examination/treatment acceptable, or should I go to ER or urgent care?
I’ll try to attach a picture of the area in question.

I’ve had my dog since October 2, 2011. He was $35 from the shelter, and I’ll always consider him the best $35 I ever spent. He was ~1 at the time, so he’s nearing 13.
He spent Saturday night at my parent’s house. They have a few dogs and as empty nesters they tend to enjoy the company. And because of an event I was taking part in Saturday it made sense to have them dog sit.
Fast forward to Sunday, shortly after getting back to the house he walks up and his muzzle and legs are covered in what looks like blood. I panic, and notice a large pile of vomit that also looks like blood.
At this point I am bawling. Seeing the pile, considering his age, I immediately think the worst. I called my wife and asked her to come home, knowing I’m taking him to the vet and I can’t be certain he’ll be coming back with me.
I spent 20 minutes crying with him before I summoned up the courage to call my mom and let her know we’re leaving for the vet.
She says something that immediately calmed my panic. He somehow managed to get into a box of fruit roll ups and ate one. This is incredibly odd behavior for him, he’s a bit of a picky eater, but a wave of relief washed over me after hearing the words.
Crying had really stuffed up my nose so I couldn’t smell the fruit flavors. Sure enough when my wife got home she confirmed a fruit smell, rather than a blood smell.
Because of his age I still decided to make a checkup appointment with the vet, but that sure beats going to the emergency vet.
He’s had a normal appetite, bowel movements, and general disposition so I’m not worried. He’s also in great shape for a 60 pound dog whose 13, still likes a long walk and will run around the yard when he wants to.
I feed him well, I really want him to crack 20.
But after calming down I still have this feeling of dread. I was 20 when I got him, and I just turned 32 last week. I feel all the promise and energy of my youth draining away. I’m worried about the future, I’m afraid I’ll never really find my calling. That feeling of certain mortality I had for my dog on Sunday has been hanging over me, my own mortality. The mortality of everyone I’ve ever loved and known is certain.
I don’t know what I should do with the rest of my life, and I don’t know what changes I can make to make the most of the life I have ahead.
I just know I have another day with my dog and I should feel more grateful, but I’m gutted. This dog has been a constant almost my entire adult life. His love and companionship has never faltered. I’ve had over a decade of arriving home on my worst days to a creature that only sees the best in me.
I love that dog. And I’m probably never going to enjoy a fruit rollup the same again.

I’m moving from San Diego to Denver next month (~1800 miles) and am trying to find the most cost effective way to get it done. I don’t have a whole lot of stuff (some clothes, a tv, a few boxes of kitchen appliances and other possessions) but I also don’t own a car. Uhaul prices are insane (~$2800) and it’s competitors aren’t much cheaper. I’m debating just renting a pick up truck in San Diego and dropping it off at the Denver airport as it will only be ~$500 before gas.
Is this legal and could I get in trouble for using a rental vehicle this way? I haven’t found anything online regarding it just yet.
Obviously I will use moving blankets and try my best to not damage the truck in any way. The other issue is that I will be traveling with a dog. I have a seat cover which I plan on using to avoid getting dog hair anywhere in the car but again I’m wondering if anyone else has an experience like this.
I don’t plan on informing the rental company of my plans or my canine passenger.

Detailed but not-hugely-impactful-to-life rant. This is mostly a way for me to process what happened.
I was at a wedding this weekend, and I felt super unwelcome and out of place. Important context is that I was at a wedding where the culture is not my own, and my husband and I were 100% the only white people there (this doesn't bother me-- I've been to many weddings for friends where this has been the reality and always had a great time). I had a tough time because I'm pregnant, feeling uncomfortable in my body, and very sensitive.
I knew the bride from work, where we were very close due to working in a high-stress environment where we were the only two "long-haulers." We don't currently work together, but she's lovely and we've kept in touch. I've had a really hard month: I had COVID three weeks ago, I've been having big pains in doing anything and compression socks are my bff right now. And I hurt my foot doing who knows what, so I have trouble walking quickly or at all. Plus of course, I'm 33 weeks pregnant.
We get there a bit early compared to most (cultural timing norms), so as soon as we glimpsed into the empty ballroom (they were taking pics) my husband and I decided to wait in the hotel lobby. We're there for maybe 20 minutes just chatting, when the bride comes by and is so lovely saying that she thought she saw me and wanted to know how I was feeling, if I needed anything, and invited me to sit in the unoccupied reception space to wait for cocktail hour to begin. I really can't say enough good things about her!
She shepherded us back to the ballroom and got a bit distracted with photographer and other guests, but assigned a friend of hers to watch out for us and told us to sit in the reception area until cocktail hour (there were no chairs anywhere else). The friend also disappeared to help the bride. We grabbed two chairs at the nearest table and sat down. Within 5 minutes, a man who I recognize as her brother (I've seen pictures) comes over and asks if we're with the bride or the groom. I reply that we're with the bride, and he immediately starts to say that the room won't open for another hour, so we can't be in there. I reply that since I'm 7 months pregnant, I really needed somewhere to sit, and the bride told us we could sit down there. He accepted this, though still seemed skeptical, and moved on. Not 10 minutes later, another woman (not sure who) asks us if we're friends with the bride, I say yes, and she says that "perhaps we'd be more comfortable" on the other side of the room, because the side of the room we were on was the "groom's side." I tell her, starting to tear up, that we're not planning to stay there, that I'm pregnant and really needed to sit down. She seems more understanding that bride's brother, and asks how far along I am, and if it's my first (it is). But I'm definitely starting to cry because I just wanted to sit down, I didn't want to make a fuss or bother anyone, I just have aching feet and I would have gladly stayed in the lobby had the bride not invited us back. I think she could tell I was getting upset because she left after a moment more. I started to cry for real because I was so uncomfortable with physically being in the space and feeling like I was causing a problem, and when I get uncomfortable with crying in front of people, I hyperventilate and can't breathe properly. I tell my husband I want to leave the ballroom, so we get up and he walks me to the bathroom so I can have a bit of privacy and get myself together. It takes a while, and I definitely looked like I was crying when I got out, but there was food and it was delish so I was distracted easily.
When the ballroom finally opened for real, we went to the appropriate side and picked the seats closest to the exit so I could have good access to the bathroom. We were told by the bride's friend it was open seating. The bride's side was pretty empty, even 90 minutes in (again, cultural norms), and there were easily 7-9 completely unoccupied tables that very slowly started to fill up, but nobody chose to sit with us, even another 30-45 minutes in. So we're two full hours in by now. And truthfully, I didn't mind that we were sitting alone-- husband and I had a good time chatting and he kept bringing me food. I assumed we're get some stragglers eventually.
We had another visitor, the bride's cousin, who gave us an update on what the night would look like, and was very kind. Then, a member of the bride's family (I don't know who), came over and asked us if we would be able to move tables because there was a very big family who was coming and wanted to sit together. Now there were still plenty of spaces at other tables, but we definitely had the biggest number of contiguous empty seats. We had been sitting, drinking water and mocktails, and eating some of the cocktail hour food, so we were certainly "established" sitting there. He said he would move us to sit with his family instead. So again, not wanting to make a fuss at a wedding where the culture is not my own, we said of course, and followed this man.
He led us to a table that was clearly "important family"-- it was one of two tables marked "Reserved" and was right along the dance floor. We sat, and I tried to smile and say hello to everyone but nobody replied or smiled back. There were probably 4 other adults and 4 children at the table. I felt so uncomfortable, like I was intruding on them. It felt like they didn't want us there, and I didn't want to be there either, and I felt myself getting teary again. We listened to the religious leader give his blessing, watched the entrance of the couple, and there was a pause for some type of ceremony in another room. Again, the table was dead silent. Looking back, I suppose I could have just started speaking to my husband again, but I didn't want to be rude (even though the adults seemingly were choosing not to engage with us). Plus, after three instances of being asked to move, a crying spell in the bathroom, and nothing to distract us (still no dinner!), I was just feeling so unwelcome and overly exhausted. We decided to leave a little bit after the religious leader spoke.
In reflecting, I think I got a blast of a combo of multiple people trying to do the "right thing"-- the brother trying to make sure his sister's wedding is perfect and assuming we made a mistake in coming in early, the woman assuming we made a mistake in sitting in the "wrong place", the male family member trying to accommodate a large group by bumping two people he doesn't know, and the family who didn't want to sit with us either. But I felt awful. It wouldn't have been half as bad had I not been pregnant, both because we wouldn't have been in the ballroom at all and I would have been in a better headspace before the man asked us to move. The family would likely still have been a bit standoffish, but it wouldn't have been the last snowflake of the emotional avalanche that I felt.

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I have my 3 month post op appointment next week, as well as an MRI on my other knee to get officially diagnosed and planning for surgery this fall. I had an allograft and partial meniscectomy on my right knee in March. My recovery has been going wonderfully. My knee feels sturdy and my surgery leg is nearly stronger than my other leg (which I retore the ACL at some point in the past 5 years). I don't play sports or run or ski, but I'm an active person, hiking and working on two farms as well as caring for my own 1 acre property. I spent most of the day working in my huge garden on this past Sunday, and when I came in for the evening I noticed my ankle and foot were a bit swollen and painful on the outside. I didn't recall doing anything that would have caused anything, but figured I may have just been sitting weird for an extended time or something. Over the past couple days, the pain has not gotten any better, and has maybe even gotten worse. I'm a little concerned about DVT, I took baby aspirin for 30+ days after surgery but I've read that blood clots are more of a risk with my blood type. Do I need to worry right now? It's over an hour drive for decent healthcare. I have PT tomorrow here in town, so I'll ask my PT but I'd be interested to hear people's experiences with this sort of thing nearly 3 months out from surgery.

Each visit is $80 so I'm hesitant to go the same person again. Should I schedule second visit anyway and explain or try a new therapist? The pain used to only be when I put pressure on my wrist like in downward dog. After the visit, it's pretty constant but not bad. I did the exercises she suggested for a couple of days, but now I'm just going to rest it until I figure out where to go. Thx so much your advice.