Poor Lucy. Poor innocent, unsuspecting, anxiety-free
Lucy, chasing her tail on the family room floor, nary a discouraging thought in
her little puppy head. In less that two hours some Vet will be robbing her of
her womanly parts, altering her life forever. Then they will strap the cone of
shame on her adorable head, making it impossible to do the one thing that
brings her endless delight…licking herself. And who exactly is responsible for
this outrage? Us, her trusted and adored owners, that’s who.
But the great thing about dogs is that she will
forgive us. Actually, she won’t even blame us. She will never make the
connection that it was our fault. She won’t hold a grudge like a cat would.
Heck, for all I know, Lucy will think that we were the ones who saved her from
the horrible Vet and forget that we were the ones who took her there in the
first place.
Dogs are never shocked when we do nice things for
them, because everything we do for them is the most spectacularly fantabulous
thing ever! Especially when I take her to Petsmart at 7 am, apparently. She was
overjoyed upon first entering this doggy Xanadu. What’s not to love about a
gigantic warehouse full of aisle upon aisle of dog toys, the smell of dog food
hanging heavily in the air and lots of other dogs!! Lucy’s head was on a
swivel, taking it all in with delight. Wait,
are those BIRDS???!!”
Upon arrival at the pet waiting room, she was
thrilled to find two older, exceedingly more forlorn dogs, who both seemed
totally disgusted with Lucy’s gleeful personality. These two dogs looked like
grizzled veterans of the Veterinarian game and could barely conceal their
unanimous disgust with this obnoxious puppy.
“Idiot” they both seemed to conclude.
Unfazed, Lucy wiggled excitedly on, oblivious to the
social cues practically raining down upon her to rein it in a bit. When the
nurse came to take her back to the “pre-op” area, she bounded through the door
as if a ten pound ham hock awaited her, not even glancing back at me. She
seemed to be having the time of her life.
We’ll see how
delighted she is this afternoon at 5:30. Pictures to follow.
I see how I rate . . . I had a minor surgical procedure this afternoon resulting in 9 stitches (thanks to all of those summers spent at the lake), and I get not even a brief mention from you! Do I have to wear a cone on MY head to get a little sympathy??? (Just kidding. I know you will take good care of both of your girls.)
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