Lovey, meanwhile, not only has lost the fun of having a playmate, but has the additional burden of having to wear her hoodie sweatshirt. Because of her rather odd physique (deep chest with slender-ish everything else), her hoodie is stretched and sagging around her knees within 10 minutes of putting it on.
|Waiting outside PB's jail cell.|
Peanut Butter goes to his third vet this afternoon for evaluation as to whether he is a candidate for laser treatments on his back. I am putting on my Pollyanna glasses for this - he has come quite a way with just confinement and he is young. I am for anything that will hasten his recovery. The only appointment this vet had available was at 1 o'clock. It is in the city, so there was no way I was going to drive in (1 hour), then drive home (ditto), then drive back to the city (ditto2), then drive home, you get the drift. Feeling like the mother of an infant, I picked up a booster seat for the car and a portable kennel for the office. I really don't know how women can manage all that paraphernalia - and carry their baby. I got as far as the office garage (after making four trips from house to car at the get-go) and was stumped. Luckily, the building super appeared and saved our bacon - he schlepped the kennel upstairs and pushed all the buttons and opened the doors (also turning on the lights). Then he made a second trip down to retrieve the blankie and leash that I forgot.