So, my dear old friend Archie is at the vet, today, getting his asteroid-sized bladder stone removed. It’s almost 7pm and there’s still no update on how he’s doing. Last time, we got a call late in the afternoon, around 5pm. It’s early evening now, and I’m worried. I’d hate to lose that tough old dog and his handsome underbite, who likes to sleep in bed like a person and burrow under the covers. The lack of information is worrying.

Update: He’s okay. In a lot of pain, but he’s alive. And so Archie stays with us a little longer. We’ll get him back on Thursday at the earliest.