Tuesday, July 2, 2013
That Peter, Paul & Mary Song
Well, there were no zombies yesterday after all.
We took Olga to the vet and she was anesthetized so the doctor could examine her digestive tract for the offending stick. But even after an x-ray and abdominal palpation, its location is a mystery. I'm sure it's still in there -- in fact she's had even more bleeding, and I'm concerned the vet may have made things worse. Poor Olga had a rough evening coming down from the anesthetic. She clearly doesn't feel well and hasn't had anything to eat or drink. She's going back to the vet to follow up this morning.
I won't be going with her, beause I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane. What are the odds that our dog would fall apart just as I'm supposed to fly to Florida? Fortunately, Dave is here to care for her, but I hate leaving him with all the responsibility.
I am ready for the trip, dog issues aside. I'm looking forward to seeing the family. I plan to keep blogging from the Sunshine State.
(Photo: One from the archives, New York, August 2010. And yes, I realize that "Leaving on a Jet Plane" is technically a John Denver song, but PP&M certainly made it famous!)