Musings

Took Orwell to the vet to check the leg. They put him under; they took x-rays. I went to fetch him. As I drove I fretted if the dog would be in a cast. Did they find a thorn or a quill in the joint? Did it take invasive surgery? 'Your dog has a sever double ear infection,' the vet said. My face expressed my shock. 'Didn't you notice your dog scratching?' the vet asked. I decided to keep my reply to such a comment to myself. Instead I inquired about the leg. 'Oh, we'll get to that in a...