Another Indignity.
In dog related gross-outs. Mom decided that it was time to take Molly to the vet. Her pleasant smell was short lived. Mom claims that she saw blood in Molly's urine multiple times. I never have. Then there is the persistent butt scraping and ankle chewing. I called the veterinarian for an appointment tomorrow. The receptionist, very compassionately explained that the vet had passed away a couple weeks ago. I should have guessed that something wrong would happen, but not that wrong. R.I.P. Dr. "I didn't know your name". Death is never a pleasant business. The woman on the phone gave me the appointment but tasked me with collecting the sample. As if Molly was listening in on the phone, she chose that time, the time that I was in another room talking about her to pee in my room for the second time. Now I can NEVER leave my door open. Something about the angers me.
I have done that with the help of a tupperware container, a funnel and a decorative glass bottle that has a tight stopper. Having never experimented with it, I was unprepared for the gagging smell of concentrated dog piss. Funny how a dog's bodily waist is really really gross. So that is my adventure for tomorrow. Transporting a smelly hound and her gathered urine to the office of a dead veterinarian.
In other news. I have a job. I shall be nestling into the clammy bosom of the Starbuck's Mermaid. I need the job, I need the money, I need the benefits... it is just like going back to school after the summer. As I said to Nicasio, "I have commanded the bean slaves for so long, I am not sure how to feel about being one." At least I shall have comrades there. Old boss, old school chum and the like. So heres to me, hooray.
I have done that with the help of a tupperware container, a funnel and a decorative glass bottle that has a tight stopper. Having never experimented with it, I was unprepared for the gagging smell of concentrated dog piss. Funny how a dog's bodily waist is really really gross. So that is my adventure for tomorrow. Transporting a smelly hound and her gathered urine to the office of a dead veterinarian.
In other news. I have a job. I shall be nestling into the clammy bosom of the Starbuck's Mermaid. I need the job, I need the money, I need the benefits... it is just like going back to school after the summer. As I said to Nicasio, "I have commanded the bean slaves for so long, I am not sure how to feel about being one." At least I shall have comrades there. Old boss, old school chum and the like. So heres to me, hooray.