For the following anecdote to be considered an ‘Insurance Tip’ might be a stretch.

Call it editorial freedom.

You ‘met’ my 4-legged rescue a few weeks ago (Tip # 640).

I picked him up from Doggie Day Care Friday afternoon, and he jumped right into my car. H-m-m-m, normally he needs to be lifted. Rode shotgun and looked out the window as usual. OK, fine.

But when we got home, he explored every nook and cranny as if for the first time. Then he gobbled up all his dry food. He usually grazes over hours.

It took another 20 minutes or so before Einstein figured out he had the wrong freakin’ dog! (In my defense, he was groomed/shaved earlier in the week, so I was still getting used to the new ‘look.’)

But cripes, if I ever questioned why surgeons make a big ‘X’ on the knee that needs repair, or why they ask my DOB 125 times when I go for lab work, or how, just HOW, do people take home the wrong baby, now I know.

BTW. Lucky still isn’t speaking to me. And he slept in the other bedroom last night.

Here we go again . . . . .