Thankfully, Alice B. came to the rescue.
She had to have a lump removed from her side and D.R. and I scrambled the money together to make it happen. She came home from the vet sporting a large, somewhat Frankenstein-ian incision, the dreaded plastic cone, and a week's supply of pain pills. She was in the cone for a couple hours--whining, falling asleep standing up, running into walls--before we could stand it no longer. We MacGyvered an old t-shirt into a bandage/kimono and Alice B. is officially on the mend.
Today, I looked at D.R. and said, "So, what are we doing for our anniversary?"
He glanced at Alice sitting lopsided on the floor, coming down from her latest dose of pain pills and giving us the big brown googley eyes. "Uhhhhh, saving our dog's life."
At least our anniversary fund is adorable.
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