just to round out a fabulous week, which included the
glass-eating malamute, cadence went in to get “fixed” and has been, er, eliminating from all orifices since she came back. you can imagine that there’s nothing that will put you in a superb mood like starting the day by cleaning up dog vomit and excrement.

so it’s back to the vet, only to be told that they aren’t really sure what the problem is, other than it was probably only coincidently related to the surgery. despite the indecision about the actual origins of the problem, they were fairly sure that a bottle of obscenely expensive pills would probably help.

what i did to deserve this week, i’ll never know.