[lit-ideas] Re: Canine Companions

  • From: JulieReneB@xxxxxxx
  • To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
  • Date: Sat, 12 Jun 2004 08:22:32 EDT

My day trumped yours and I'm way too tired to recite it.  Suffice it to say, 
if you have problems with pets NEVER have kids.
Julie Krueger

========Original Message========
Subj:[lit-ideas] Canine Companions
Date:6/10/2004 5:49:34 PM Central Daylight Time
From:erin.holder@xxxxxxxxxxx
To:lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Can I even articulate the tediousness of this day?  You won't believe what I 
did.  I drove all the way to work, only to find out that I wasn't scheduled to 
work today.  So I drove all the way home, in rush hour traffic, only to get 
home to discover that my poor dog, who has been hacking up a lung for the last 
three days, has started puking his guts out all over the place.  
Fan-fucking-tastic.  Thank you Mr. Pukey.  So I had to call the vet, and 
because the guy's 
a familial relation he agrees to stay late and see my little Sheltie.  Of 
course, getting there is a task, because Mr. Pukey, of Beejay (named after an 
axe 
murderer from the X Files) as he is more frequently adressessed, decides to 
puke the entire car ride over, while my father is on the phone thinking that 
I'm 
there, when I'm not yet there, and almost out of gas, demanding to know 
what's wrong with the miserable canine.  You just try driving on empty with one 
ear 
on the phone and one arm on the wheel and the other on
  the dog that's throwing up all over the seat next to you and all over 
himself as well.  ARGH!!!!  So I get there, and what does the vet tell me?  
What's 
wrong with my dog?  He doesn't know.  Just don't give him anything to eat, he 
says.  And minimal amounts of water.  Then he stabs a needle in the poor thing 
and tells me to bring him back in the morning.  Don't get me wrong, I know I 
signed on for this when I bought the cutie, but some days the darn guy is just 
a bloody pain in the arse.  Oh well, at least the piano has stopped.  And 
it's not like the man isn't musically inclined.  He just can't play piano for 
beans.  I should have just gone to the baseball game with my brother and my 
grandfather, and I hate frikkin baseball.
Erin
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