To say our family has undergone some stress in the recent and remote past may be the understatement of the year. Death, family issues, kids, illness, heartache, financial woes--it has all been there. I guess it is what some people call LIFE. I should probably stop whining and examine the good in my life, of which there is plenty. But before I embark on that journey of butterflies and rainbows, I have one more thing to whine about.
Last night our poor little Guinness, yes I know he is a crabby old man but just go with it, got into a brawl and was essentially scalped. So instead of watching a movie with me, Clay spent the evening at the emergency vet, where G-man had some minor surgery to clean up the wound, insert a drain, and get his scalp stitched back in place. Then the poor little guy cried all night. So another heartbreak, a pathetic little dog, $450, and a sleepless night. Some may call this a bad day, we here at the Foster house call it Tuesday. Happy fucking Tuesday, everyone.
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