The hot and sour soup at Flo’s Chinese is very, very good.

The dog came in from the back yard limping for no apparent reason. I of course promptly freaked out, thinking he might have a broken leg, and I was horrified the Diana and her mom were telling me to wait and see if it got better. They finally agreed to my taking him to the vet, though.

Three x-rays, 150 dollars, and two hours later, and they didn’t find anything. They sent him home with an anti-inflammatory and said to restrict his exercise. (I.e. no barelling around the house at 90 miles an hour.)

The next day he’s prancing around as if nothing ever happened. That was a waste of money. Guess the ladies were right.

Lenny is to the point where he demands one of everything in the grocery if you take him. I now hate - absolutely hate - any snack food company that makes a promotional deal with children’s television shows (Barney-shaped fruit snacks and so on).