There are few certain things in life – death, taxes and puppies will try to eat anything. However, the puppy is proving to be the most expensive of the three. Under the cold glow of x-ray films at 2am last night the hubby and I were deep in conversation with an Emergency Veterinarian. As we discussed surgical options and went over the estimates, I realized I spent less purchasing my first car, (granted, it was a Ford Festiva, but still). Although you can’t put a price on love, the credit card companies have no problem figuring out an exorbitant percentage rate if you don’t pay off a life saving surgery in six months. So, between the lack of sleep and being fueled solely by caffeine today, if sense making I am not, please blame the dog.
