Today we woke up at 6:30 which is a bit early for us. Peggy and I must have been awakened by anticipation since we believed our daughter was coming up from San Diego to see us. Dana arrived pretty much on time despite being stymied by the lack of paving and the clever mis-marking of road names in this locale.
We decided to pop into a local restaurant called the Breakfast Club over where Newport crosses the I-215. It was a nice day and we got a great seat outside and were fed pretty good food at very reasonable prices. They even helped me continue my quest for the best chicken fried steak in the country. The Breakfast Club serves a good-sized portion of meat with a good coating and sausage gravy but, despite being pretty good, they can’t hold a candle to the same dish at Dean’s in Clackamas and Jake’s in Bend, OR.
We retired back to our Barbarian Invader where Dana and Peg started getting prepared for some loafing or napping. Neither occurred because they both yakked at each other until a cease fire was called around 2:00 when Dana loaded up the crud we gave her and her stuff and took off back to San Diego.
No sooner had we received a text from Dana stated she was back home when we were contacted by our son, Sam, who told us one of our two beloved dogs was on the way to the vet because the dog seemed to be extremely lethargic and walking in a very irregular line. Many texts and phone conversations ensued and soon Sam was on the way with the dog, Jezebel, from the vet’s to an animal hospital with the dog having a diagnosis of suspected neurological problems. There was no new information for a probably short but seemingly endless period of time before we were informed that the hospital staff suspected THC as the culprit. There was family-wide denial of this diagnosis but some short time and a test later, we were informed we were wrong and the dog soon got better.
We have no explanation about the dog’s alleged ailment. It is strange.