Breathing now.

Aug 20, 2007 15:35

After Greta was admitted to the hospital on Thursday, I decided to skip my company's annual Hamptons Summer Party. I called Bob to let him know, and he talked me into going: "What are you gonna do? She's at the best vet in Manhattan. You gonna stay home and stare at her water dish ( Read more... )

social life, lady stuff, work, oops, money, greta, vacation

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student4life August 21 2007, 16:50:52 UTC
One word for Lucy: treadmill.

Seriously, trainers do it for dogs that they can't possibly walk enough to get out their energy. If not, then rollerblades or biking with the dog helps... carefully, of course.

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heatherella August 21 2007, 17:17:23 UTC
Oh my god. She's gotten to you, hasn't she!? You're now part of her evil plot for world (or upper west side apartment) domination.

You know if I get on wheels with that beast, I will break my face. Do you not remember the prickerbush incident!?

Don't think that the gym I no longer belong to would be super keen on me bringing her in, either.

I think I need Stace the Dog Whisperer to come in.

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