Low Cost Kennel Help

We're here...all the RV's are situated in the far left corner of the parking lot, like we have our own strange little village...dog people everywhere. What makes this different then most parking at shows is the occasional wandering bum. Scary. They don't tend to bother us much, what with the Dobie and Sarahs' Dane, thank goodness.But it's something to watch out for. 
  I'm in a lot of pain. The operation went well, but it still hurts. Tomorrow will be a Hydrocodone day...I feel like a walking advertizement for modern prescription drugs. I've decided to show Princess after all, I don't know why I never did it before, she's beautiful and walks well with wagging tail going 90 miles an hour. Funny how we get hung up on the dogs were currently working on, and fail to see the others  waiting in the wings. Maybe it's the drugs, allowing me to see outside the box. The little blue boy is great, I'm so glad I got him.And tomorrow if all goes well Logan will go home with Pam as my trade for Fred. See how complicated this showing thing can be?
  I have to tell this story: So we go to Ballard, to this Norwegian food store we always go to. Norman and his dad, who is with us this time, are Norwegian. So, afterwords we go around the block, to the yarn store, ect, and I go into am consignment store while they go back to the truck. I pick out a sweater, pay for it, and as I'm leaving this loud, larger lady comes storming up to me "That's mine! i came back for it" I shrug, and try to leave, and she loudly yells at the owner, who is her friend, "I came back for that sweater, and she won't let me have it!" Now remember, i had major surgury yesterday, I have a 5 inch gash under my left arm.So, the owner sails over to me, and snatches the sweater out of my left arm, hurting me terribly, and gives it to the loud-mouthed fat lady! "Here's your money back" she snaps at me, and gives my sweater to her! Well, If I hadn't been so doped up, and in agony from the pain in my surgury cut, i would have decked her...honestly! But instead I just left...what would you have done?