This afternoon I took Sam to the vet for his dental. I pick him up tomorrow afternoon (Thursday). He has gingivitis. He was not happy and somehow I telegraphed my moves well before I had to corral him. Or he is still remembering Saturday.

They wanted to call me to permission for anything and I said "just fix it, unless it is catastrophic and unusual."

Let you know the results tomorrow evening. Hopefully going out to celebrate a friend's birthday.