My left hand itches
For the second night in a row, I woke to Heidi begging to get out because she has diarrhea – blessed with a child who sleeps through the night – we have two dogs to keep us humble. As I lay in bed both nights, my left hand was itching, badly. I thought, uh oh, what now? – left hand itching means I am going to have to pay somebody. Sure enough, took Loca to the vet for her $300 teeth cleaning (are you kidding me?) and found out that Heidi, who tried to chew herself out of the kennel while were in Spain, fractured her upper and lower teeth, $1000. So much for thinking we could go off to Spain and enjoy ourselves and have the dogs be dogs. Whatchagonnado or rather Aaaawwwwoooooooo!