Yesterday morning I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the windows. Actually, that’s not true. I woke up to my cell phone alarm going off and then shortly thereafter heard the rain coming down outside.
Normally I love nothing better than a cold, rainy morning, but yesterday I was running carpool and I had to have our dog Bruiser at the vet by 8:15.
So I was all like “WHY? WHY IS IT RAINING TODAY OF ALL DAYS?” And, granted, we desperately need the rain because according to the weathermen we’re in the middle of a DROUGHT! THE DRIEST YEAR ON RECORD! THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF WHAT HAPPENED TO NOAH! IT WILL NEVER RAIN AGAIN AND THE SKY IS FALLING! ALSO, THE STOCK MARKET STINKS AND MY 401K IS DRYING UP FASTER THAN THE RIVERS THAT RUN THROUGH SOUTH TEXAS!
Oh media, I do love your frenzied, fear-inciting state of mind.
Anyway, I ended up dropping the girls off late because who knew that the carpool drop-off line is so long on rainy days? I guess if it ever rained, I would know that.
I drove home very sensibly and at a moderate pace to pick up Bruiser before we were to late for drop-off at the vet. At some point last week Bruiser incurred some type of injury to his toenail that began to look infected. Of course we couldn’t tell for sure because anytime we got anywhere near his paw, he would begin to growl at us to indicate we needed to back off. Kind of like me when I have PMS.
There’s nothing as pleasant as loading a wet, muddy dog into your Volvo unless it’s digging a large hole in your backyard for no reason at all. I dropped him off at the vet where I basically told them, “Something is wrong with his right front paw but he won’t let us look at it. He’s very sweet unless he decides to bite! Good luck and God speed!”
Then I went to Starbucks to reward myself for dealing with whiny, cold kids, rainy weather and a muddy, ill-tempered dog all before 8:30 a.m.
Around noon they called to let me know that Bruiser was ready to go. His toenail is split, he needs antibiotics and he weighs 64 pounds. That will be $100.00.
Fare thee well plans to stock up on a surplus of Gap flannel pajama bottoms at the bargain price of $9.97 a pair. The important thing is that my dog has a healthy toenail.
After I paid the bill, they handed me a brochure and a bottle of pills. They brought Bruiser out and he and his 64 pounds of solid muscle practically pulled me off my feet as we went barreling out of the vet’s office.
Once we were safely in the car, I put the pills in my purse and glanced at the brochure to see if it was something I needed to keep. I am understandably thrilled to learn that our vet clinic is now offering acupuncture and water treadmill therapy sessions.
Meanwhile, I can’t even get my doctor’s office to return my calls.
Maybe I’ll see if I can get in with my vet. Water therapy sounds delightful.