My sympathies to Kate and the infected wisdom teeth. Toothaches are the worst. My dad once had a toothache so bad that he woke me up at 3 a.m. and asked me to drive him to the emergency room. In my sleepy, what-the-hell-are-you-doing voice, I reminded him that emergency rooms don't do dental work. He didn't care. He just wanted some high-powered painkillers.
The ferrets will be having a holiday at the "Animal House Kennels" while Paul and I visit Ohio. After perusing the Yellow Pages and deciding that a vet who names her business the "Animal House" must have a healthy enough sense of humor to take two ferrets for 16 days, I made the reservations. However, I have to provide the cage (not a problem) and I have to "bring the ferrets in for a check-up, to make sure they are OK." I think this was a polite way to say they've seen some evil ferrets in their day (imagine that.) My mom is disappointed -- she was honestly thinking I'd haul the ferrets through three airports in a little pet carrier. She saw no problem in doing that. I, however, had myself a good chuckle at the thought of two ferrets "enjoying" a series of overnight airplane flights, not to mention how pleased the other passengers would be.
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