Hunny's turn at the vet

My dog is stoned out of her mind. She had a benign tumor removed from her back leg today. The vet gave her some painkillers, and now she's lying on the floor, in sphinx position, and keeps leaning to one side and then righting herself. She follows the sound of my voice, but she doesn't look directly at me.

The incision is bigger than I expected - nearly four inches - and it's held together with what look like staples. It looks really uncomfortable.

This kind of thing reminds me that Hunny is getting old. She's 10, though she acts and looks as though she's five. It must be Puppy Mind.

how I spent my afternoon

It's incredibly hot outside, but of course, we just had to go see the new office building, and find out after we get there that we can't go inside due the remodeling, and must stand outside in the parking lot in the heat listening to a speech about how the building was chosen as the company's new location, and then go back to our old office and get back to work. I don't know whether to laugh or spit at someone.

the problem of Milo

My car is driving me nuts. It chooses not to start at the oddest times. I've taken it to the shop, but the mechanics can't find anything wrong, and of course, the car starts right up whenever they try it.

I've been told it could be one of a few things: the battery, the starter, the ignition system, or the fuel system. Someone who shall remain nameless casually said that I should "just buy a new one," as though a money tree should be readily available.

I'm so enjoying not having a car payment, but if I can't fix this starting problem, I may have to get another one. Everyone's been giving me opinions on what I should get, and their opinions tend to be whatever car they happen to own at the moment.