Tommorow morning I have to take poor Hannah into the vet at the unholy time of 6:30 for x-rays. Seems my poor doggie sprained her wrist. how, I'll never now, but she's been limping around (and milking the sympathy!) since sunday night. They've got to knock her out to take the x-rays, so I'm going to have her teeth cleaned while she is under.

She can't eat tonight, tommorow they'll be shoving things in her mouth and flexing her poor, sore paw. When she wakes up, she'll be hungover. Boy, am I goung to have a happy dog tommorow, or what?  8:41:27 PM