rethinking that Dr. Doolittle degree...

We had to take Tess to the vet today because she was acting a little weird, and even though she is old and acts weird anyway, this was weirder than normal. Not wanting to leave one of us with the kid and one of us with the dog (honestly, we weren't sure what would have been worse), we pack all 4 of us into the car and tally ho over to our vet.

Now, our vet's office is great. They are wonderful to the dogs...meaning the dogs don't try to run out the door when we get there. They piss on the floor because they are happy to see them instead of from sheer terror. It's progress.

Instead, the sheer terror comes when they tell us what they are going to do for Tess. 'We'll do an ultrasound of her bladder' (cha-ching) 'well, just to be sure we'll do some blood work' (jingle jingle) 'you do know she's due for her annual shots?' (shwipe shwipe). Grand total for a 14 year old blind bassett hound with a urinary tract infection...$461.27.

Not bad for 20 minutes of work if you can get it. Damned organic chemistry!

but who leads the blind? really...

I have no idea what I'm doing, but just thought I'd start testing things and see what I come up with.

...a glass (or two) of Merlot is truly liquid courage.