The Urban Pantheist

We were allowed to visit Maggie last night. She was really doped up on painkillers, was wearing an inflatable donut (instead of a lampshade), and had a catheter taped to her foreleg. Alexis could tell instantly that Maggie needed to urinate. We took her out and she peed a gallon, and then tried walking us back to our old house (which is only a couple blocks from the vet office).

( Danger: mild veterinary grossness ahead )