Dental drama done, drunken crate party in progress. 😹🛋️🦷

We went to the M. Walmart this morning, since we had more time than usual.
Then we picked up Badger’s birthday dinner—she asked for Firehouse Subs and a drink from Dutch Bros.
She always gets the fruit drinks instead of coffee.

We came home, Cowboy took care of the chickens, we ate dinner, and then he curled up in his recliner for a long nap.
Badger retreated to her room, and I spent some time playing on the computer.

Time to pick up Smudge came fast enough.

I’m going to be brutally honest: the vet visit, the cleaning, and the extractions—one full tooth removed and another that had crumbled into the jaw—cost nearly $700.
It wiped out everything Badger had been saving up.
It had to be done, though.

We came home, Cowboy rushed off to work, while Badger—mostly Badger—got Smudge settled in.
She’s still drunk as a skunk and wobbly on her feet, so she’s crated for the night.
What’s most worrisome is that she’s still dribbling blood—she didn’t do that last time.

There isn’t much else one can say about the day.