All the White Dog Army had to do was to keep Steve going until a little after three, push him out of the door, and wait for the dentist to do his magic.
It has been a rough couple of days for the guy we count on for all the important things; last Friday afternoon he developed a toothache which throbbed all weekend. On Monday Steve spoke with the dentist's office and was able to get into their "emergency" slot on Tuesday afternoon, today.
Planning that post dentistry Steve would be even less fun than he has been, the WDA had him prep dinner before he left. There were mashed potatoes to be warmed and spumoni ice cream for a cold option should Steve feel he wanted to eat.
It seemed he was gone a long time, but he sounded better than expected when he called from the dentist's parking lot to say he was on his way home, numb, with antibiotics, and an appointment for a permanent filling later in the month. He said his face hurt and he was just exhausted. The WDA gathered at the door to await him.
Five minutes later, Steve called again and through the crackles and skipped words of a bad connection he told me the car battery had died but he had gotten a jump. Instead of coming directly home, he was detouring to the battery store to replace the old one that came with "his toy" when he bought it last Autumn.
The Army fretted that Dad, sore, swollen, novacained, but without any real pain relief would come to some unspeakable mishap with this unexpected mission. They paced...Opal and Zsofia scanning out the windows...Roman VERY unhappy to be confined to the kitchen during this crisis...and Diva sitting in Steve's chair crying piteously. Bailey had momma duty.
Considering, Steve walked through the door in surprisingly good time, with a new, full-charged battery. He WAS feeling his adventures...and the physical greeting he received.
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