I have to go to the vet this afternoon. More specifically, I have to take the dog to the vet. This is her annual checkup, which will entail blood work, shots, and God knows what else. In other words, it's going to cost me a bundle. To add insult to injury, I'm going to have to drive back home with a pissed off dog. And it's a long drive.
I used to take her to a vet clinic very close by, but when my favorite vet bailed from the practice, so did I. She set up her new practice way up a mountain, and it's a really long, out of the way drive. I like her, though. More importantly, the dog likes her. Until she sees the needle coming at her. And when the doctor touches her. The moment the doc comes near her with the stethoscope, the poor dog starts moaning like we're about to set wolves loose on her. I guess it's more accurate to say the dog only likes the doc during the pre-exam play period. Oh, well; I like the doc, and I'm the one paying the bill. What I say goes, and Miss Doggie is one creature with whom I get to say that -- and who can't do much about it.
I'll drive home with her in a foul mood and I'll have to pamper her the rest of the evening. I'll be in a bit of a snit, too, over all that money spent on a dog doctor (I don't go to the doctor myself unless I'm dying because people doctors cost even more), but is she going to give me something special to eat and cater to me all evening? Probably not. It's okay, though. She makes me smile even when she's mad at me.
Today’s Twisted Linguistics made possible by the following Words Gone Wild:
electicity – Stretchable power obtained from lightning via bungee cords.
anyomous – Often heard just before last call in the moose singles bars.
terrrbile experience – Bad gallstone attack.
I's puzzled – I is, too.
allusive – Something that has multiple uses.
What breed of puppy are you?
| You Are a Dalmation Puppy |
 Kind, bright, and very energetic. Firemen love to pat your little head. |
Heh. I wouldn't object too much to a nice, overheated fireman patting me down.
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You Are a Boston Terrier Puppy
Aggressive, wild, and rambunctious.
Deep down, you're just a cuddle monster.
...?
I last took my cats to the vet a few years ago. They let me know exactly what they think of those trips and I decided they were right. How did they let me know? My using my bed as a litterbox, but not where I could see it easily. Not my little shytes! No, they crawled deep under the covers and did it there where I would not find it until I was comfortably in my bed and rolling over. They showed me how low they were willing to go to avoid the V word and I like my bed too much.
***You Are a Chow Puppy***
Don't fence me in!
You're an independent spirit that won't be tied down.
Because my daughter the vet tech takes my cats to the vet, the oldest one Brian hates her.
On the last visit to the vet I asked her how he was. I meant healthwise. She looked at me seriously and said "Oh mom, he's much worse." Of course I'm freaked, thinking he was sick. She was talking about his behavior. LOL
YOU ARE A BOXER PUPPY
Energetic, playful and good with kids.
You've also got a wild spirit that can't be trained or tamed.
speaking of boxers, I had to take our boxer to the vet last week. he's super old and I thought he had some kind of weird stroke. The vet says he has a thing actually called, "Old Dog's Vestibular Disease". Makes him "act like a drunken sailor" --vet's words, not mine.
I am home for wayward and broken animals. I do not seek them out, but I always have them.
Or they have me?
I am home for the wayward and broken lemmings. My animals never get along.
Well, y'all are all just adorable puppies.:)
Oh, my Lord, Kan -- I would have Freaked. Completely. Out. Those are some vindictive kitties you've got there.
Littlebird, I'm an animal magnet, too. I've had as many as six dogs in here at one time. Aren't Boxers wonderful? I've never heard of the disease yours has; hope he's going to be okay.
We made it to the vet's and back in one piece. The Princess Dawg is now (predictably) sulking. I know she hates having blood drawn (and I don't blame her), but this is ridiculous. She won't even come in the same room with me. She got a clean bill of health -- and a compliment. She's 11 years old, and the vet says she seems more like a 2-year-old.
Kan, I may be a wayward lemming, but not broken. Never broken.:)
My kitties are too smart for their own good. A friend told me that squirt guns are perfect for training a cat so I bought one. When one of them was a kitten he decided he wanted what I was eating. I slowly grabbed the water gun and waited until is nose was close to my food and shot him in the face. He did not budge. He gave me a "that was really annoying" look, took the meat and ran. My house is the definition of "its my cat's house, I just live here."
PS-Lemmings can be wayward, broken, or both.
It's really all very Zen, Kan. As long as you can completely grasp the concept that the domain is theirs and they are gracious enough to suffer your presence, all will be well. That's all there is to it, Grasshopper.
No. I am all Lemming, with a fatal attraction to tall cliffs, but all my parts work. I am not broken.
Oh, P.S., I've heard about that water gun trick. There was this cat who really, really wanted to move in with me. Every time I'd open the door in the summer, there he'd be, plastered to the screen. He wasn't a bit scared of the dog growling at him. So I got a water gun and started squirting him through the screen, hoping he'd back off and I could get out the door without him getting in. He liked it. He'd be waiting with open mouth for a nice drink of water.
Aww poor doggie (and Serena) had a tough day.
We survived, though, Mike. We're tough girls. I am, however, coming a little undone over uncooperative html codes and conflicting browsers. Grrrrr! Maybe I'll have one of those expensive dog treats I had to buy at the vet's office. The dog gobbles like a pig the treats the vet gives her. I buy a bag (probably out of guilt) and then when we get home, she won't touch them. I think it's some sort of canine reverse psychology.
I'm so glad you clarified that for us, Serena...I was kinda imagining you trotting along to the vet, collar around your neck...the mind boggles! ;)
I give up. I have no idea what breed of puppy I am.
Why, you're a darling little Pug, of course.
Something is screwy with your page. I think it is something new added. Everytime I open your page I get an Active X warning.
Oh, no! It must be the music player. It shouldn't be warning about Active-X, though. It's just a simple little piece of code. Is it doing it every time you open the page?
Except this last time yea.
Great! I modified the code, so that means it worked.
I'm a Boston terrier puppy too! I've got a feeling I was something else the same as Kan; are we related?
Reading all about these animals has reminded me of something I was going to post. It's a circular email I received about the difference between cats and dogs and it's funny. I'll go post it now.
It was an adorable circular e-mail, Liz. :)
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