I made a 440 mile round trip today so I could get my friend's dog. This dog doesn't like many people and, in truth, barely tolerates me. I am, however, familiar to her and unafraid.
My friend had a heart scare last night and *finally* called her doctor when I told her women didn't have the same heart attack symptoms as men. The doc sent her to the ER - a neighbor took her - and after a couple of hours and some extra blood draws decided to helicopter her to Albuquerque to see a cardiologist. Her son told me that she was somewhat traumatized by the helicopter ride but, like I told him, it wasn't Viet Nam era choppers. It's not like she had to ride on the landing gear with a shield over her head. I'm happy to say that visual made him roar with laughter.
There's nothing wrong with her but they didn't tell her that until I was nearly back to Denver with her dog.
I'm a good friend but she's going to have come get the dog herself.