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   a bit too Spielbergian
Friday, November 3 2017
Gretchen took Neville to the Hurley vet this afternoon to have his hind legs looked at. He'd been so bad last night that I'd assumed he was going to need expensive surgery, and that today's visit would be Hurley-vet expensive, with multiple xrays and perhaps some proprietary pharmaceutical regime. But somehow Gretchen managed to get him looked at for only $55. It turns out Neville's problem is just his luxating patellæ. They've grown a bit more luxatious, probably from too much exercise, but it wasn't anything that couldn't be managed without surgery. The vet prescribed rimadyl, which we already have, and recommended that Neville be kept from going on walks for a week. That's a lot easier than the ordeal of $2500/knee surgery followed by six weeks of confinement in a small makeshift pen near Gretchen's first-floor computer.

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This evening, Gretchen and I watched the final three episodes of the first season of Stranger Things. I enjoy the show, but not as much as Gretchen does. It's all a bit too Spielbergian for my tastes, and it's also too kid-centric in a way that makes it almost seem like something you'd see on the Disney Channel.


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