Tuesday was the day , up early to get the puppy to the vet. Bladder surgery to remove 4 calcium deposits and a teeth cleaning and extraction. Then back home to nervously wait for the vet to call and let me know how he was doing. 10 o'clock ....... 12 o'clock ...... 2 o'clock ..... check my phone to make sure that i hadn't missed a call.
2:30 - I decide to call them .... CALL FAILED ..... try again , and again , and again , and again ...... somewhere around try 11 or 12 i started to think that maybe some was amiss ( i'm nothing if not astute ) . Walk down the block 4 houses the phone works , step across the threshold , nada .....
so time to start frantically texting Marck ( yes my msgs were getting through as well as my internet connection ) ...... " i can't call the vet , you'll have to " ...... "why?" ..... " I don't know , phone's not working" .....
4:30 - message : "Vet's keeping him overnight " ... oh crap
"everything's fine , just want to watch him " .... ok
Wednesday morning 9am message - He's ready.
Poor guy. Only had to have 2 teeth pulled , but it looks like they tried to give him a sex-change then decided against it. 10 staples right up the "business". He looked at me as if to say " you already cut off my balls , now this ??? "
Now it's a game of keeping him quiet. In a house of 5 dogs , a fairly impossible task. I switched out the Cone-of-Shame for an "Inner-tube of Embarrassment" because i couldn't stand to see him walk into any more walls due to lack of peripheral vision. Now he just looks like he's doing the safety drill on a Caribbean Cruise.
Oh - and the phone ?? My freakin' micro-cell from AT&T wasn't working right .......
