I should never have gone to a Native American vet, because he scalped Belle.
The vet says that she came through ok, but that she'll be sore and tired for a few days. That's certainly been the case tonight, as she has spent the evening denned up in my office behind some boxes and she doesn't want to eat, play or deal with Murphy at all. Poor girl.
And poor my bank account, too. That was a lot of money to spend on a dog that I just met. But she's a really nice dog, and the alternative to my not spending it is that she'd die.
It's only money, right? Dollar bills don't love you back. But Belle has loved me like crazy, ever since she got here.
That really wasn't much of a decision, come to think about it.
Sleep well, my girl. You're home now.