What goes around....
I had to take my little dog, Fox, to the vet today. I would post a picture of her, but she always hides from the camera. She is easy to describe though - she's only nine pounds and looks like a tiny blonde Fox (hence the name).
I had noticed that she wasn't eating much and that she also wasn't jumping up on the couch to lay by me or into bed to sleep with me (which she ALWAYS does). She was having difficulty with stairs, a problem she has never had before. Then I noticed she was shaking uncontrollably for no reason. She will usually shake, when a storm is coming and even more so during one, but never "just because."
I brought her in, feeling slightly like an overprotective mother (which I cannot help being with her, since she was horribly abused, before life with me became her home four years ago). I have such a wonderful vet. He figured out the problem right away. Apparently, she managed to hurt her back, which makes sense with the way she's been acting. He gave me some pain pills to give her twice a day for the next week, that should make her feel better, while she heals.
On the way home, I stopped at the grocery store to pick up some turkey dogs to hide her pills in (she HATES pills, and I always have to trick her). An elderly man with a name tag reading "Len" (such a cutely perfect grandpa name!) was working the check out. A tall, crusty, beer reeking man was checking out in front of me. He kept sighing very loudly, obviously trying to indicate he was in a hurry. All of a sudden he remembered he needed something to make him smell even BETTER: cigarettes.
Len left his counter and walked (sort of hobbled) over to where the cancer sticks are kept, as Crusty McBeerstench shouted his request. Within seconds Crusty yelled, "Would you HURRY IT UP?!?!" I could feel myself shaking with rage. I wanted to shove my turkey dogs right up his ass!!
With a smile on his face, Len walked back as quickly as his arthritic legs would allow him, and politely counted McBeerstench's change out to him. As he started to tell him to have a nice day, Crusty cut him off and said, "Isn't there a law saying what age you can no longer work?" I couldn't take it anymore and burst out, "Isn't there a law against drinking before 10am?!?!!!" I don't know who was more shocked - me, Len or Crusty! Luckily, he walked away in a big huff.
Len chuckled, as he rang up my turkey dogs and asked if I had a Copps card, since "these are on special today, sweetie". I handed it to him and said, "I wish people weren't so rude." Len counted my change into my palm, gave it a squeeze and winked at me. "Have a good day, miss," he said.
You'll never believe what I found inside my grocery bag, when I got home. A red lollipop!! Len managed to sneak a lollipop into my bag!!
:) :) :) :) :)
I had noticed that she wasn't eating much and that she also wasn't jumping up on the couch to lay by me or into bed to sleep with me (which she ALWAYS does). She was having difficulty with stairs, a problem she has never had before. Then I noticed she was shaking uncontrollably for no reason. She will usually shake, when a storm is coming and even more so during one, but never "just because."
I brought her in, feeling slightly like an overprotective mother (which I cannot help being with her, since she was horribly abused, before life with me became her home four years ago). I have such a wonderful vet. He figured out the problem right away. Apparently, she managed to hurt her back, which makes sense with the way she's been acting. He gave me some pain pills to give her twice a day for the next week, that should make her feel better, while she heals.
On the way home, I stopped at the grocery store to pick up some turkey dogs to hide her pills in (she HATES pills, and I always have to trick her). An elderly man with a name tag reading "Len" (such a cutely perfect grandpa name!) was working the check out. A tall, crusty, beer reeking man was checking out in front of me. He kept sighing very loudly, obviously trying to indicate he was in a hurry. All of a sudden he remembered he needed something to make him smell even BETTER: cigarettes.
Len left his counter and walked (sort of hobbled) over to where the cancer sticks are kept, as Crusty McBeerstench shouted his request. Within seconds Crusty yelled, "Would you HURRY IT UP?!?!" I could feel myself shaking with rage. I wanted to shove my turkey dogs right up his ass!!
With a smile on his face, Len walked back as quickly as his arthritic legs would allow him, and politely counted McBeerstench's change out to him. As he started to tell him to have a nice day, Crusty cut him off and said, "Isn't there a law saying what age you can no longer work?" I couldn't take it anymore and burst out, "Isn't there a law against drinking before 10am?!?!!!" I don't know who was more shocked - me, Len or Crusty! Luckily, he walked away in a big huff.
Len chuckled, as he rang up my turkey dogs and asked if I had a Copps card, since "these are on special today, sweetie". I handed it to him and said, "I wish people weren't so rude." Len counted my change into my palm, gave it a squeeze and winked at me. "Have a good day, miss," he said.
You'll never believe what I found inside my grocery bag, when I got home. A red lollipop!! Len managed to sneak a lollipop into my bag!!
:) :) :) :) :)