I learned an important lesson this week: I really should carry my camera around with me more often. To get to the subway station, we usually take a shortcut through a grocery store parking lot. Earlier this week while cutting through the parking lot Brian pointed out a woman in the left turn lane -- driving a motorized scooter. The scooter did have turn signals, but definitely was not street legal. Later the same day we saw a man driving a fork lift down the street.
Summer vacation
Sometimes I feel like Brian and I are the only people not vacation right now. We went to a burrito place earlier this week and they were closed for summer vacation. And it's not like we could just go to another burrito place since this is the only one in the city. And when Brian tried to make an appointment for Sharkdog with his vet, the vet was gone on vacation. (Probably the same vacation he was on weeks ago when we tried to make an appointment.) My doctor is also on vacation, but at least she has another doctor filling in for her. Which makes me wonder -- what does this fill-in doctor normally do? Does she take vacation from her own practice to fill in for another doctor? Or are there some doctors who only fill in for other doctors? These are the questions that keep me awake at night.
The pitiful look just makes him more adorable
Yesterday Sharkdog had surgery to remove a suspicious mole. When Brian took him to the vet (not his normal vet, who is on vacation), we didn't really think much of it. But the vet wanted to remove the mole. Sharkdog was pretty out of it after the surgery and Brian had to carry his limp-noodle body the almost mile back to the apartment. Sharkdog was a little sluggish the rest of the evening, but he's back to his normal self today. Except he has to wear one of those Elizabethian collars for the next week.

Sharkdog took it easy for several hours following his surgery.
