A grand for a grand tour
Never get overconfident about having the daily finances under control. Never! Unless, of course, you are one of those with too much money and friends in high places. But for the common guy, that bottle of water probably contains vinegar.
I received a text message, somewhere around lunch time, with the bulletin that our dog had left home (again). I’m almost accustomed to the game. With the adult population out for the afternoon, all that could be done was to wait (patiently) to see where things stood by late afternoon. Happily, the dog was sitting (silently) on the front step, leashed safely in place. By someone else, since he doesn’t know how to snap his own lead.
Within the hour, as the rest of the family arrived, the question came up. Why was the dog limping? Huh? And so the tale begins. Both paws were severely lacerated, but since the dog refused to talk about it, we bundled him into the car and took him over to meet with the dog doctor. Holy cow! Bring your new credit card when you talk to those people.
The dog is spending the night. There. At a room cost that would worry the hotel industry (if they knew). And after a series of X-rays and medication and paw shaving, we’ll be out a grand (to compensate for his grand afternoon away from the safety of the home). And I’m aware that there is no Plan B (a nod to the Island government there, with a mocking tone).
