Seems like a wiener dog is sick (I think he got ran over?) and I don't know why but mom and crew help me get the dog to a vet. It's the bad vet. Sarah and I are wandering the old house and I'm finding all kinds of lost things. Hard to carry everything.
Finally get back to car to check on the dog. Apparently bad vet won't see us because we can afford anything. I get dog back. We take him to Wilton. He'll see the dog. Flirting with vet? I dunno. I can't remember anymore.
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