First, I get to work an hour early and all hell is breaking loose. I had to start working early, although I came in early to take care of some other matters. Secondly, I find out that Hurricane Florence might cause cancellation/postponement of my deep-sea fishing trip this weekend. Thirdly, I find out that my dog is sick. My mother came home and found blood on the carpet. Apparently he was bleeding from his male private area, if you know what I mean. My father took him to the vet, and they put him on antibiotics and did blood work. It might be his prostate. He might have to be neutered. They aren't exactly sure. I'm kinda bent out of shape about it. My dog is my best friend in the world (or so it seems).
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