If you look at the time stamp, you'll see that I'm posing this at the ungodly hour of 9:30. That's AM, you'll notice. As a rule, I never get up this early on a Saturday unless the bed and fire are combined, but today was an exception, as Carl the Cattle Dog had to go to the vet this morning for some tests.
It's no big thing-- at least I hope it isn't, as I haven't paid off Emma's medical bills yet and have no desire to add a huge pile marked "Carl" next to hers. He has a small patch of irritated skin. The trouble is, it's in a ring around his right eye and when the vet tried to take a skin scrape yesterday Carl nearly had his eye out (Carl, not the vet). So now he has to be sedated before they can take the skin sample (Carl, not the vet).
Upshot: twenty five mile drive to drop off Carl, twenty five miles back home to wait for the vet to call when he's ready to come home (Carl, not the vet), twenty five miles to pick up Carl and, to round off the day, twenty five miles home with a stoned dog in the back seat.
I hope he doesn't have to wear one of those plastic cones. The other dogs will point and I doubt if the squirrels will ever take him seriously again.
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