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I just had a harrowing experience

when I had Pixie at the Vet 2 weeks ago
they gave me follow up meds
to give her today
little we syringe with about 1/4 cc of goop in it

so I get the girl
settle in on the couch
and try to hold her head to put the syringe in her mouth

she went stark raving mad

she screamed
she bit me
she clawed at me
I thought her little heart was gonna explode
and I never have heard
screaming like that in my life
like a baby only really really high pitched
ear piercing…

I let go of her head
and she was stopped screaming
but spent a great deal of time
trying to escape from me
the term greased piglet
doesn’t quite cut it…

I tried again
about 20 min later
exact same thing
precisely the same response
even more frenzied if possible…

so I cuddled her for about half an hour
and then got the little syringe
and began to play with her with the syringe
and finally she put the tip in her mouth to chew it
(she is teething after all)
and I hit the hammer and she swallowed

she stopped dead
and glared at me
and then climbed under the comforter on the couch
and ignored me for about an half hour

I am apparently forgiven now

I hope this little dog never gets sick
I’d be fucked.

so
the VOD needs a bone scan
so she can have her back
crazy glued

a week ago she asked
if it happens on a Tues
can I please take her
cos the bother has
inventory every Tues
of 2 of his stores

I say ya…but only if
it’s on a Tues.

she phones me Monday
and asks if I can take the day off
and take her in for it on Friday

I assume that means that
something has come up
and that the bother can’t make it

I ask the boss
and cos I’m a one of where I work
I double up on the work
to get 5 full days of work
done in 4 days
and book Friday off

tonight she tells me
that the bother
the “golden boy”
will be down Friday PM
to take her to the bank

so why did I take the day off?
cos it’s too early to expect
the golden child to be here

fact: I’ve driven that silly old woman
to every Dr appt, bank, grocery and liquor store
for 12 fucking years

fact: the golden boy owns his own
mutha fuckin business and has
managers in place
so he can leave when he wants

fact: when I suggest that maybe
the golden boy should hie his loppy arse
down here to take her to the hospital
she gets all pissy with me
cos I’m “so mean to the golden boy
and he’s come all the way down here
to take care of her
when no one else would”

fact: the golden boy has only
been puttin in appearances
for a year

and still – she’s not got hammered
and threatened to piss herself in his car!

and while I’m on a fuckin rant here
why did I just spend $500.00
that I didn’t have to spare
gettin a computer and accoutrement
for her
and now she says I’ll have to wait to set it up
cos the golden boy is comin?

don’tcha just love family??

some days I really really really
wish I could drink.