Beware the Dog | ||
2003-07-05 || Walk like a man | ||
I have
been sick as a dog this weekend.� Here
we are �. The 227 birthday of the USA and I have a rash on my neck, a fever,
nausea, upset stomach and my entire body is in pain.� Pain.� My kidneys hurt and
you know that you are in serious trouble when your kidneys hurt.� I feel empty and dry and broken.� I left
work early Thursday and to be honest, I was feeling so crappy I don�t remember
much of the weekend.� I took
bendaryl.� I have a rash on my neck.� I took aspirin for the ached and kidney pain
and I slept.� When I got up I walked the
dogs, my two dogs and the third dog that we are dog sitting.� Then I went to feed the cats that I am
feeding for B�s sister and picked up the other dog that I am dog sitting.� He was at the groomer across from where I
work.� He was dropped off the day before
and my job was to pick him up before closing � 7 p.m. At 6:30
p.m. I roll up to the groomer.� I am a
mess.� Sweaty and sick and
feverish.� My hair is sticking out all
over the place.� I can feel a patch of
sweat on my back.� I think that I smell
sick.� My eyes are glazed over and
glassy. ME:� I am here for Beau. HER:� Oh.�
I groomed him but put him back outside because I thought that you would
be here earlier. ME:� Why?�
You asswipe.� Why did you think
that I would be here earlier?� No one
said that I would be here earlier. HER:� Well, I wanted to go home and I don�t really
ever care about customers so did you think that I would care if you or anyone
else lost money on a crappy and dirty grooming job? ME:� Nope.�
I guess you are right.� I should
have known. I took
the dog and went home to walk all FOUR dogs.�
And then try to feed them.�
Mental note:� When feeding A PACK
OF DOGS all dogs must be fed SEPARATELY in different rooms with the doors
closed.� There might be a lot of
scratching.� Otherwise there will be one
fat dog and three skinny ones. The
rest of the night I traded off sleeping, taking bendadryl to knock me on my ass
and then out and walking all four dogs.�
Friday
morning I woke up walked, fed and walked the herd of dogs in my apartment that
was growing smaller and smaller by the minute.�
Went and fed the cats, walked the dogs again � When there are this many
dogs in one small area they need to go out a lot so that there are no accidents
or ruined furniture, shoes etc.� Then I
went to my parent�s house. Lunch.� Shopping at Target and then the swimming
pool in their subdivision.� Moments
after we arrive at the pool it begins to thunder, lightning and drizzle.� Not pour.�
Drizzle.� My younger (half)sister
(6 years) starts to wail like a fire engine.�
�I
doooooooonnnnnnnn�t wannnnnnna� diiiiiiiiiie.�
I haaaaaate lightning!�� After
almost twenty minutes� and that many
offers to take the girl home my step mother finally wraps her shrieking
daughter in a towel and takes her home.�
Not five minutes later a mud covered boston terrier carrying a tennis
ball shows up.� Strange for the middle
of a lightning storm.� I check his tag
and despite the fact that we are in the suburbs he has a phone number with a
city area code.� I call his owners.� They are in Palm Beach, FLA on
vacation.� They ask me to catch the
muddy dog which I do and they call the sitter to come get the dog.� At some point before the sitter gets there
the dog jumps in the swimming pool and as I am pulling him back out the sitter
shows up in a bikini with a friend. SITTER:� Oh, Zoli (the name of the dog).� ME:� There you go. SITTER:� Have you seen two other dogs?� They are missing also. ME:� (Not getting a thanks and losing my
temper.)� Nope.� (Turn and walk away.) Later
on my father said to me:� Wow,� when you get responsible you get really
responsible. Made me
feel crappy.� I already knew that I was
being judgmental.� No matter how much
better he and I get with each other there is always something that makes
spending time with him suck.� I am glad
that he is more accepting of me than he ever gas been (It�s about time)� but I was never as irresponsible as he
thinks I was.� I don�t know who I feel
worse for, me for not feeling understood or him because I think that he is
living in his own crappy lies. This
morning Beau, sitting dog had diarrhea on my neighbor�s gorgeous lawn.� I couldn�t get it all with the plastic
Publix bag.� Gagging and disgusted I
made a half-assed attempt.� I hope that
no one saw me. This
afternoon I am starting to feel better.�
People at work say I am acting hyper and like I am on speed.� I think it�s all the pent up energy.� I can not wait to go home, feed cats, feed
and walk dogs, wait for the cable guy and work out. Hope
that everyone had a Happy Fourth. 1 comments so far before & after |
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