Several sleepless nights and about a grand later, Picasso is back on the doublewide (it’s really called the doublewide), goin’ to town and makin’ sweet love to our shoes. X-rays, blood work all inconclusive. Maybe pancreas issues. But unknown. I just hope to never see it return again. Never. Ever. Never.
For now, my gardening buddy is back. And she’s on the doublewide.