...when you have to spend it on the vet bill. Just when Brian had budgeted in his new set of clubs, finagled the ebay shop down to a manageable price, resolved to sell his old ones, and bought a travel bag for the new clubs (literally right before) - we come home to Tut limping inside the house as Jacob exclaims, "There's blood!" And there was blood. After investigation my only conclusion was that my angelic dog had accidentally punctured his paw on a rusty nail sticking out of a board in the backyard. Don't ask me why there was such a thing back there. So Wounded Paw and I took an emergency trip to the vet. I met the vet several months back when her family was visiting my E.R. She was happy to return the favor - with a price of course. The price with sedation, stitching, antibiotics, and exam included came out to pretty darn close to what Brian was about to spend on new clubs. Good thing this is the dog he loves otherwise the picture above would be of the actual clubs. Note the very groggy look on the dog's face - yes, that's the expensive sedation still wearing off.
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