Oscar is sick with the flu, as in influenza. Thus Julia, oh she of the 25 pound leg cast, must don two plastic bags and a cast boot and hobble along with the dog in rainmaggedon. Twice a day in rainmaggedon. (Pay no attention to the doomsayers, those who insist the drought is not over. (Bull cookies.)
I’m on my third cast- keep getting them wet. I ordered a special camo walking bag- the bottom is tacky. Supposedly it will hold up. Well, I do hope so because plastic garbage bags break and leak, even if they are inside the cast boot. This special walking cast cover was supposed to arrive last Wednesday. Well I say-
It’s like Job or the ten plagues or something. No. Wait. Obviously those two examples are way worse than what I’m experiencing. Give me a dark comedy analogy and I’ll make it fit the circumstances. At least I have him!