Wednesday evening, I had picked up Piccolo from grooming, and stopped in Arcadia to pick up a gift. The car was parked in front of the shop, so Piccolo could have complete view of me while I was there. I didn't see Piccolo for about ten minutes while I was shopping. After I got home, I found out why. I had hidden half of a ham sandwich under the seat, and when I took the bag out, all that was left was a few bread crusts. Yesterday and today, it seemed like Piccolo paid the price for her dietary indiscretion. Her malaise is either that or bad knees acting up. Since they can't tell you, there's only guessing. Which, I think, is what makes veterinary medicine so challenging. It's really dependent on whether or not the pet owner is what they call "a good historian." I'm better at Piccolo's medical history than I am my own, to be sure. In the shop, I'm finishing a custom order for four sweaters, and about 40% done on a cashmere custom piece. I'm leaving for San Francisco on November 17th, shooting on the 18th. I've asked a few of my models to return, and offered them sweaters this time. No one has responded yet, which has me a little worried.
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