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I was worthless today at work. i just stood there and pointed and mumble. but today it was for a good reason for once.
last night around 10:30, andy and i were hanging out in my room discussing skirt/fishnet options for the bout on SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY!, when i heard my mom screaming for me from downstairs. wooley, my ancient 15 year old poodle had fallen of of our deck, which is more then a full story from the ground. she had run down to get him and found him stumbling around. which sounds bad,. however at age 15 that is fairly normal for him. so andy and i took of for the animal emergency clinic and got there with him a little after 11 pm. wi went in assuming that wooley would not be coming back out with us. even if his legs weren't broken, i figured that his organs would be. but nope. my dear little fucker is ok thankfully.
honestly, he probably will not live much longer, but i'd rather have him die in his sleep then by falling that far. he is stiff today but go figure. honestly in retrospect, explaining his various ailments to the vet was funny as he has been going to the same vet for years. here is a list of things that just ain't right about wooley
-takes meds for thyroid condition
-arthritis
-benign tumor by his penis
-losing hair on his back
-alzheimer's (or something similar)
-only one eye
-deaf
the emergency vet, i repeat, EMERGENCY VET, said that he could not believe that wooley had survived without a scratch.
my mom thinks that wooley plans on living long enough to pee on her grave. this is probably true.
bless andy's heart,because i feel as a vegetarian i feel that i should not have to touch dead animals, i made the guy drive all the way to my house last night after he got off from work to get my dead fish out from where it was stuck in the tank (unicorns ass). and he ends up in a frantic dash to an emergency room with a decrepit poodle who likes to bite him.
last night around 10:30, andy and i were hanging out in my room discussing skirt/fishnet options for the bout on SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY!, when i heard my mom screaming for me from downstairs. wooley, my ancient 15 year old poodle had fallen of of our deck, which is more then a full story from the ground. she had run down to get him and found him stumbling around. which sounds bad,. however at age 15 that is fairly normal for him. so andy and i took of for the animal emergency clinic and got there with him a little after 11 pm. wi went in assuming that wooley would not be coming back out with us. even if his legs weren't broken, i figured that his organs would be. but nope. my dear little fucker is ok thankfully.
honestly, he probably will not live much longer, but i'd rather have him die in his sleep then by falling that far. he is stiff today but go figure. honestly in retrospect, explaining his various ailments to the vet was funny as he has been going to the same vet for years. here is a list of things that just ain't right about wooley
-takes meds for thyroid condition
-arthritis
-benign tumor by his penis
-losing hair on his back
-alzheimer's (or something similar)
-only one eye
-deaf
the emergency vet, i repeat, EMERGENCY VET, said that he could not believe that wooley had survived without a scratch.
my mom thinks that wooley plans on living long enough to pee on her grave. this is probably true.
bless andy's heart,because i feel as a vegetarian i feel that i should not have to touch dead animals, i made the guy drive all the way to my house last night after he got off from work to get my dead fish out from where it was stuck in the tank (unicorns ass). and he ends up in a frantic dash to an emergency room with a decrepit poodle who likes to bite him.