How was Rome split in two? With a pair of Ceasars.
That’s good; one eyeball opens, followed by the other! It’s morning, and the ceiling fan is still turning! It will be a great day. But, today is doctors’ day. Scout and I have appointments.
Bright and early at 7:45 AM, I arrived at the dermatologist to get the results from the five biopsies taken three weeks ago. Three spots out of five needed more work, so I am batting 400. I will be seeing him again.
‘Hmm…yes, I’m afraid it is a sign of cancer.’
But more importantly, Mr. Scout had a dentist’s appointment where he is getting a molar pulled. He had one too many hard bones, and the tooth cracked. Mary took him while I was at the dermatologist, and I knew she would be worried, so I visited, and we watched the TV and the phone for a couple of hours.
While waiting, Mary had her IT person fix the internet while I repaired the rollers on the back door screen. It was a successful morning. To keep distracted, Mary made muffins and a delightful egg dish, which I promptly added hot sauce.
We had a super brunch!
We watched a movie and talked, and Mary went through her box of accumulated mail! Finally, around 3:00 PM, we called, and Scout was finished, just waking up from his nappy. We popped into the truck, and Mary let me drive. Halfway there, she asked. “Have you broken 35 MPH yet?” Mary would have reached Warp-6 had she been driving.
The call came in; all is well!
Before Scout came out, the doctor explained what he had done to Scout. You can see more about pet teeth extractions here. The doc said Scout did well and, “He was the best patient they had all day!” We laughed as that is what all the staff said when they delivered the patients to their mommies and daddies.
The molar has three roots in a dog.
Scout wobbled to the truck where his ramp was awaiting his arrival. All the legs were working but not necessarily in a coordinated fashion. Mary decided the grass in the parking area might be an excellent place to visit, and, as usual, she was entirely right. Into the back seat, he went, and safety belts attached! We are off. Then we got the “evil eye.”
Mommy, what did you do to me?
Mary kept giggling, and we captured this shot of the baby. He looked as if he had been out bar hopping all night long. He apparently had t-many mar-toonies!
No pictures with my tongue hanging out, please!
When we got home, Mary took him via the side of the house to his yard, and he was happy. He was not the only one happy. The two of them lay down for half an hour. He showed signs of recovering and was able to walk into the house and get into his bed.
Home, safe, and sound.
It was a relief to know he was OK, and he showed no signs of any pain or distress.
Finally, relaxed!
It was suggested we celebrate with veal piccata from a local restaurant. In “The Dictionary of Italian Wine and Food” and “The Food Lover’s Companion,” piccata is defined as a thin escalope of veal. … dish with lemon, broth and/or wine and butter. Capers, chopped Italian parsley, shallots, and garlic are common additions.
While I departed, I introduced Mary to Colleen via the phone, and they talked while I left for the restaurant.
Mary talks to Colleen, who is in the hospital.
Dinner was terrific; we dined outside as summer ended yesterday at 6:23 AM, and it will soon be too cold for outside dining. Scout rested inside, and we could see him through the door.
As the evening progressed, Mary realized that she hadn’t thought about tomorrow, so I volunteered to come early in the morning before she went to work and sit with the baby during the day! The plan was in place.
The Silver Fox and I departed around 9:30 PM, heading due east into what was the sunset.
