You may remember we were planning a wedding: Van-Ly and Asterix. Things are not going well.
Why are those of the dog fancy such, well, bitches is the word that comes to mind? We sent Van-Ly's hip x-rays off to the Chow Chow Club of France before I went to the hospital. As yet, we have heard nothing, so yesterday I telephoned the president of the CCF.
"Well, why did you leave it so long?" she asked? I explained that Chows are not thick on the ground in our neighbourhood and I'd acted as soon as I found one. I didn't think it would take so long. I mean how many damned Chows can there be being x-rayed at one time in France? "But it takes at least a month and longer in summer," she said.
Summer. Otherwise known as The National Excuse for Not Working.
We haven't started the procedure for Asterix's x-rays because I didn't want to spend the money if Van-Ly's didn't turn out well. And Van-Ly should be going into heat mid-August.
Which basically means we've run out of time and I've wasted money. "Money is not my concern," says Madame le President, "dogs are."