today had to go to town for blood work and a boob-a-gram. Haven't had one of those in 15 or more years. The last time was at one of the hospitals in town. The tech and I started talking and she had 3 mo old twins, her husband had just left her and the more she talked about him, the tighter that machine squeezed. YEOW!! I told the doctor when I went in and he poo-pood it and said ''Oh, that can't hurt ya that bad!" To which I said to him something about 'let's put your balls in one and see how it feels'.
Then, stopped for breakfast. Mmmmmmm, dried beef gravy on toast and a POT of coffee. Did I mention it was 'fasting' blood work? I was extremely hungery. So, I skipped lunch and had supper tonight with the gang. Wednesday is Chicken-Pot-Pie night. I sure do eat good. If I didn't go out to eat, I wouldn't have anything to write about, huh.
Stopped at Dad's and he's still fussing about the neighbor logging out the woods behind his house. I keep telling him, 'It's not our woods, dad.'
Archie has been licking his left front paw all week. So, today, Dad held him and I finally got a look at it. He has it raw between his toes. So, left dad's and stopped at the vet's to make an appointment. She and her assistant were in the middle of a spay on a 9 year old Rotty, with 2 dead, deformed puppies inside. So, after we all trashed the Amish for how they treat their animals, I stayed and watched the procedure. The dog came thru great and I'm sure she'll feel a lot better. Wish I had that mammo machine for about 10 minutes, I know whose balls would go in it. I am amazed he spent the money to save the dog. Creep.