Since the last time she was here I completely rearranged all the furniture in the living room and painted the kitchen. After walking in through both rooms – surrounded by a whirling vortex of hooting, happy dogs – my friend notices the 1/8-inch diameter bit of tan gunk on the tip of one dog’s ear and the first thing she asks is “What happened to Zippy?”
Priorities. She’s got ’em right.
(Note – the source of the ear gunk was a minor scuffle between Zip and Charlie – a tiny little cut on her ear dripped blood across just about every room of our house before I found the bloody Clotisol. Note to self: keep first aid kit in a more easily accessible place.)