A FEEL GOOD LAUGHTER STORY BY WHO ELSE BUT A RESCUE HERO!
Now that Daisy is recovered & safe in her new home, I can share some of
the stories of her recovery...all of which involve me in embarrassing
positions...
Let me start by saying I have a tremendous (non-romantic) teenage crush on
my vet...he is so kind & patient & wise...to help set the stage. So I
was supposed to take D to the vet for followup bloodwork following her copious nosebleed day. I tried everything to get her to stand up to no avail (finally resorting to turning on the vaccum cleaner outside her room to get her up) as it was getting late. I eventually got her outside, successfully got a urine sample in a frying pan which I transferred to a gladware container, &
attempted to get her into my van. No dice. I'd get one body part in, then she would collapse in a puddle on the ground. It was like trying to lift jello. She did NOT want to get in the car. I tried both sides of the van multiple times. I had wads of liverwurst I was using to entice her....finally, finally I got her in. Yea! So I close the door & go around the van to close the other
door--and out she jumps--oh no! Go through the rigamarole again--got her
in--start driving. Go around a sharp corner & off flies the urine sample
like 20 feet in the air, landing in the street near a group of construction
workers. I had forgotten it in on the top of the hood near the windshield
wipers. I jump out, one guy hands me the container, which hasn't leaked (yet) & proceed to the vets, marveling the whole way about the amazing cheap tupperware.
So, I arrive (late) at the vets...jam the urine sample into my purse, get
Daisy out of the car & head in. The vet is sitting on the floor examining
her, & he moves around to her hip where she's had surgery. I see a look in
her eye (remember her issues w/people) and go over to hold her head. I am
bending over Daisy holding her w/both hands so she won't attack my adored vet when I smell this awful smell. I look down and see that my dress is gaping open, completely exposing my bra....it takes me a minute to register that the awful smell is the huge wads of liverwurst which I had stuffed into my bra when I had run around the car to catch Daisy after she jumped out....The vet is on the floor, so my exposed chest is eye level to him, and his face about 6 inches away--so he sees (& smells) this huge hunk of stuff in my bra--I mumble something & slink back to my seat after he stands up. Now I smell something else. The urine has decided to leak out of the previously leakproof container, and has saturated everything in my purse--with a really strong pee smell. The vet is looking at me questioningly--probably thinking, "get this lunatic woman out of here..." I am mortified, but just say "oops..." anyhow, I eventually get Daisy home & there on my doorstep is my frying pan with a note in it from my neighbor who has found it on my front lawn....To this day I still haven't explained to her why I left a frying pan in the yard. She'd probably never eat at my house again....and yes, I had to throw the purse away.
deb--
Daisy
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