Oh Yes, Chainsaw Friyay is here once more and that means you survived a week in the heat dome. This isn't really an accomplishment but more of a notice that you've been suffering in this disgusting wave of overcooked misery for far too long. Speaking of suffering, Angi's wallet was yesterday which caused her to issue a PSA this morning. If you get a brand new dog or cat, please check into getting pet insurance. If you listened early this week, Angi explained how her dog had diarrhea in her air vents at home. Well, because when it rains, it pours (in this instance, this is not the kind of rain you want,) now her other dog has joined in on the chocolate rain pain train. With two sick dogs and floors being covered enough to eventually tank the resale value, Angi took both pooches to the vet. After running some blood tests on the old lady ... they then got to work on Angi's dogs (zing!) The frenchie has a cloudy white eye which means there is fluid in it and she has a hemorrhage in the eye as well so she is currently fitted with the cone of shame (not to be confused with the walk of shame which Angi takes home from Liquor Barn every afternoon.) After that, she needed to get meds, special GI tract food, pills and drops. When she went to check out, she heard that phrase no one wants to hear in a doctors office (no, not "oh, you were with Angi Taylor, take a seat") "wow, that was some appointment." This was stated because Angi's bill turned out to be $565 out of pocket for as she put it "some drops and food." Marris, hater of dogs and anything cute, suggested Angi just leave the front door open and the dogs would wander off. Of course, he added that the dogs are basically blind so that wouldn't help all that much. Angi further added to her misery tale about how even when the dogs do go outside, it can't be picked up because splatter. The point of all this was to showcase the sticker shock Angi had when it came to vet bills. She wishes she had thought to go the insurance route as the dogs are almost as old as she is now so it won't be something a company would probably get behind. Marris though, might be onto something with owning Syphilis as she sits in her cage and does her own thing. She'll live 10 to 15 years and have a pretty good life. She's also pretty self-sufficient and will have a reptile handler friend tending to her while Marris is in Africa for two weeks. Angi offered to do it but after telling a story on how she once got in trouble for feeding a giraffe Doritos and then offered to feed Syphilis french fries, Marris clearly knew not to let that drunk woman into his condo.