Wednesday, December 16, 2015
the puppy kit
I have a puppy.
Well, I am ready to receive a puppy.
Yesterday I spent a couple of hours in Manzanillo searching for supplies to receive my new acquisition. Walmart came through, as usual, with a crate (big enough for one golden retriever during puppyhood), a dog bed, and water and food bowls.
Now, all I need is the dog.
I just returned from the current owners' house. Pesos were exchanged. But not the puppy. Not yet. A major hurdle showed up on my calendar rather suddenly on Monday.
I will be spending a good part of the day in Manzanillo (again) having an x-ray of my mouth, and, if all goes well, I will be sitting in a dentist chair for a couple of hours getting a bone graft on my upper left jaw. And, possibly, one or two dental implants to replace the molar that was extracted about a year ago. Same dentist.
When I drive back from Manzanillo, I will pick up my bundle of golden fur. And my life will once again change.
You will be the first to know when he arrives. I don't know what could be a better incentive to focus myself during this surgery. There will be a dog at the end of the tunnel.