By was on Jun 08, 2009
I had to drive to Manteca this morning. "Why?", you wonder? Well, I have 2 greyhounds. They're the sweetest dogs in the world - just the best dogs. But they're fragile. And they tend to break or injure their legs.
I managed to rescue two dogs that are incredible, but have needed a little extra care here and there. Max (maximum speed) is a white with brindle patches gigantic (75lbs) male. He's got a little problem with an osteoma on his right front leg. Just figuring that out cost me over $1000 at the local animal hospital. And we still don't know what it really is. We finally took him to a orthopedic surgeon that specializes in greyhounds. Of course, he's located in Manteca. Which if you don't know your california cities, is about 90 minutes from menlo park. If you're lucky. Max was on bed rest and such for 4 weeks - he's doing much better thanks.
And so of course, Max gets better, so we take him and Molly (a dark brindle) to the park to run. Molly is an italian sports car to Max's american musclecar. She's light (50lbs) and very, very fast. She was trained as a spoiler (she spoils the really fast dog's racing by nipping at their backs). The dogs took off in the dog run, and because it's been a while, they go from 0 to full speed in about a second flat. Things are fine for the first 3 minutes, and then Molly barks and starts whining in a "umm, something is wrong" kind of way. Great. She broke her ankle - technically dislocated her central metatarsal.
So that's why I drove to Manteca this morning. To see the specialist.
On the way home I was really surprised by the quality of driving along the 580 corridor. It was scary - and I don't get scared driving. I learned how to drive in Los Angeles. Doing 80mph 10 feet off the next guys' bumper is old hat to me. And I have a pro racing license (well, it's probably expired by now, but I had one). Anyway, I'm driving along and people are slicing and dicing at 80mph - slotting through the 10ft gaps. With semi's playing just to keep things interesting. At least twice I actually slammed on my brakes and prayed a lot that the guy behind me on his cell (with no headset of course) was paying attention at exactly that moment. I'd have been in the slow lane at a mere 75, but that was the Lane of Death with all the semi-trucks dicing in and out. All in all, kinda fun, but weird as I can't quite figure out what the hurry was all about. Does everyone start work at 10am? (note: I was on my hands-free in 3 separate meetings for the drive out and back)