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Well, THAT was an experience.
By Moriah on August 5th, 2009
Oh. MY.
First of all, if you know me in real life, you were probably surprised when we got a dog. My sister even asked “did hell just freeze over?”
Really, it’s been no problem because he stays outside all day, the kids feed him, Andy walks and trains him, and I have to do very little. Which I like.
So today he was scheduled for his little, um, snip.
If you know what I mean.
Unfortunately for me, Andy wrenched his back at the gym yesterday and didn’t feel up to the task of wrestling Max into the car and then into the clinic. Plus sitting and driving is a little painful. So I had to step up to the plate.
The dog also desperately needed a bath. No self-respecting mother would take her child/dog/whatever in for surgery smelling the way he did. I mean he lives outside, for crying out loud.
Which is why I found myself this morning, still in my pajamas, giving our dog a bath with the cold hose (which he has chewed almost through, so basically it sprays in every direction like a bad sprinkler) out on the back deck.
And then halfway through I started getting attacked by the biggest horsefly I’ve ever seen. I think it even may have flown up and bitten my bottom. I am so not kidding.
(Should we recap? I was out washing my dog with a wild sprinkler, ducking from divebomb attacks of an angry horsefly. In my nightgown. With my huge pregnant belly.)
Okay, so I got dressed, let him run around to dry off a bit, got his kennel in my van and grabbed the directions. Somehow managed to get him IN the kennel and locked the door. Mission half accomplished.
I found the clinic easily; it’s not terribly far from our house. I pulled into the parking area and there are people and pets EVERYWHERE. Apparently we ALL were told to be there at 8 a.m. I left Max in the car (per their directions), and went in to fill out the paperwork.
The waiting room was crowded, stunk like cats and dogs, and the line snaked all the way back to the door. Some guy had his bulldog IN the waiting room, and she was loud and smelly.
And then she snorted all over my foot.
Finally it’s my turn to hand in my papers and pay, which I did, and then went back out to get Max. We walked into the building and it’s almost like he could smell what was going to happen because he did NOT want to go in. He just sat and dug in his heels. It was almost comical.
The nurse (is that what they’re called?) put a lead on him and tried to pull him back but he just dug in harder. The last thing I heard her say was “come on Max! Everybody’s doing it!”
Oy.
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Oh my word,I am completely picturing this scene.
Hilarious and my heart goes out to you all at once.
Glad you survived!
Sounds like fun! Another reason I don’t have a dog – vet visits!!
Sorry about Andy’s back – that can be so miserable, hope he is feeling better.
Glad you’re back at the blogging – I’ve missed your storytelling knack.
Dumb fly. Poor Max. Funny “nurse.”
Hoping you and yours (especially Andy!) are well!
I’m with Jonesey, I can totally picture that. I’m just surprised he didn’t find some dirt to roll in after his “bath” our dog always would do that, so we had to tie her up so she couldn’t undo what we just spent time doing!
Milo is getting his ‘snip’ soon too. Thankfully cats don’t need baths.
Thanks for the humor, it comes in handy.
You always have a funny story to tell! Hilarious!
You are so funny! I am SO glad we don’t have a dog. I’ve always thought we needed to choose between babies and dogs. Maybe in another season of life…
You are more of a woman than I am!!!
Oy! is right.
Love the mental picture!!! LOL
im surprised you didnt drop him off on the side of the road like dad did with our hamsters =P
this is almost as good as your crawling into the chiropractor’s story hahaha (;
How much did the surgery cost? (Email me!) We’ve been quoted an outrageous number and I’m thinking Shiloh may have to wait for the whole shebang. Geez Louise.