Have vet, won't travel.

Ebony after surgery  © Shutterbug

Oh, Ebony.

A friend once suggested I should have named this lovely Lab Paris, since her vet bill at the time was the equivalent of a trip across the pond. "Safari" is starting to sound more appropriate at this point.

Our latest adventure began with the sudden appearance of a cyst on her foot, which was clearly a candidate for surgery. I've started to make a game out of guessing the value of anticipated vet bills. I was a couple of hundred dollars shy this time, because we figured if she was going under the knife we might as well address the disfiguring lipomas on her torso. She was sent home with two unexpected, disgusting draining tubes hanging out of her main incision that the vet said "shouldn't leak much". Our carpet would beg to differ.

At least we're accruing air miles on the Visa towards Paris.