Winston's First ER visit

My mother taught me never to say I hated anyone but I do hate the person who thoughtlessly threw his/her clear glass beer bottle into the weeds in the grassy area next to the Birch Bay Square grocery store where we stopped yesterday afternoon. I'd gone into the store to buy pectin to make raspberry jam while Neil and Tyler stretched their legs. Unfortunately, neither of them saw the jagged, broken bottle in the grass.

Five hours at the emergency vet for a deep laceration that nicked an artery.

Winston will mend but a pox upon that careless bottle tosser.