The regular vet (okay, some weird stand-in vet since our vet only seems to work part time anymore) has no idea what's wrong with Rainie's leg. We could've taken x-rays today but I opted for a yet-to-be-scheduled visit to the orthopedic vet. She wiggled like crazy while the woman was trying to look at her. Even with 3 of us holding her down, she was a maniac. Zeus whined softly in support of her plight, and tried to jump onto the table to help out.

My current job is a contract and while I adore the folks I'm working with, my agency has been less than great. First they screwed up my paycheck, forgetting to send it. Then the forgot to send the next one, on top of that, it bounced. My bank ran it through again and it finally went through. Now they've discovered that they were, in fact, paying me too much and are issuing me a small check this time to recover their costs. Folks, paychecks are not algebra, and they're not even taking out any taxes. Damn, could ya get it right already???