*Life---You can’t make this crap up.

Baby Rocket Dog our sweet Airedale terrier. She's feeling pretty good here.

Thursday Patrick had to have a molar pulled. A root canal had already been done on the tooth and the root got a crack in it. Our wonderful dentist, Dr. Bafaloukos, took him in immediately. He had a rough time getting the tooth to come out (our old teeth are ornery) so Pat was feeling some pain after the Novocain wore off. He still was hurting on Friday so took some pain meds prescribed. I made him stop the pills at noon, because we had signed up for a “Love & Respect” marriage conference for Fri-Sat and our Friday class started at 6:45pm. Since I can’t drive at night I didn’t want him to fall asleep at the wheel. He soldiered through by just taking lots of Aleve, but was still in pain. We decided to take the dogs with us & leave them in the car (and check on them at break time) because Baby Rocket Dog had eaten Hooties whole meal the day before & was having stomach upset in the form of diarrhea. Well, when half time came we went out to the car and boy were we in for a treat….Baby had gotten sick all over the back seat. Oh what a stink! Thankfully we had our super ASPCA seat protector on the back seat, and a comfort pillow on the passenger seat, so no damage to the actual seats. Needless to say, we did not return to class for the night. We were wiping up what we could and folding up seat covers while tending to the pups too. What a mess. The drive home was making both of us sick from the fumes. When we got home poor Patrick finally got to take another “real” pain pill and he washed the dog’s in the bathtub while I did a better job on the inside of the car. I parked it outside in the parking lot with the windows down to air out. Do you remember this car? It’s the one that looks like trash now because the back bumper is a mess. My doggie-totin’ Subaru is now a true redneck car! This morning we were planning on going to part 2 of "Love & Respect”, but decided after Friday night that we’d better stay close to home and Baby. She was still a bit sick. Not only that, but Pat was in major pain from his pulled tooth. I took the car seat covers to the Laundromat at 6:30am & got that task finished and got home to a suffering husband. I called Dr. Bafaloukos’s home & told his wife that we suspected that Patrick had a dry socket. Doc was out hiking but his wife,Lynn, said when he got back she’d tell him & she was sure he would want to meet us at his office to pack the socket. That is what happened. At 4:00pm I got to be the chauffeur & in about 5 minutes the hole was packed. In that amount of time, I went back out to the car to sit with the dogs and as I opened the redneck mobile’s door I smacked myself in the left eye. That’s my “good” eye, the one without the protein blob and glaucoma. Yes folks, I gave myself a black eye. Perfect.

*“Life--You can’t make this crap up.” Mary Kay Place on “Pushing Daisies”