The Engagement Present vs. the Car

In the last post featuring the engagement present, I chronicled his close encounter with a squirrel. This time, unfortunately, the engagement present encountered a car. While Lauren and I were at work on Thursday, Butter was out in the backyard with the landlord, who was hammering or sawing something or other. A friend of the landlord's came over through the fence's back door. Which has a hole in it. Through which the engagement present egressed. Normally, the hole gets covered up by a piece of wood, but this time, the landlord forgot to put it up because he was irritated by his friend.

A dramatic story ensues about strangers riding the dog to the hospital with the landlord in the back of the hatch back holding down a seizing beagle whose bowels had released and ends with a 2,000 veterinarian bill. Actually, the real ending is that the dog is now, 4 days later, almost one hundred percent recovered with just two staples, a little skin graft and no bill because not only do Lauren and I have doggie insurance, but when I told my landlord we had it, he said, "Oh, really?" and I said, "Yeah, why?" and he said, "Because I took out insurance on the dog a couple of weeks ago, because, you know, I just wasnt sure what you had."

The take home messages are: 1.) we love our landlord and 2.) if you're a pet owner planning a wedding, please consider spending the 50 bucks a month for insurance. How devastating to have a smooshed dog *and* no photographer?