I just got off the phone with the animal hospital. Luckily, someone called and cancelled their Monday morning appointment, so I nabbed it for Lucy. Otherwise, the next opening was December eleven-billionth!
This is particularly good news because Lucy is not really enjoying her doggie diapers.
And because I am not really enjoying her mid-night hormonal rages.
And because Ryan and I are going out of town next weekend for an interview, and I didn’t know how I was going to explain to our babysitter, Heidi, that she was going to have to change doggie diapers, wash and dry the doggie bed daily, soothe the doggie in the middle of the night, and figure the Pamprin dosage for our little seven-pound sister. Oh yeah, and watch our other kids.
Here’s to good fortune!
I guess this experience does give you a small glimpse into the world of answering your I wonder what it would be like if I had two boys instead of two girls question . . . except girls can’t be taken care of quite that easily.
Thank goodness. Do you think they could squeeze me in?? I’m just about ready to jump on board that train, myself!
When I meet Eve, I will have just a few questions for her. Among them: Just how fully was this “monthly cycle” thing explained to you? And, They didn’t tell you about labor pain up front, did they?
Whew! For a minute, I thought I was the Heidi you were refering too! Not that I wouldn’t mind watching my little doggie niece, I just thought my loving husband had volunteered me for something before discussing it with me.(Like the time I came home from work, and there was a for sale sign planted nicely in the front yard!)Poor Lucy. She’ll be feeling much better soon.
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Oh, honey. So sorry… I remember this happening way back when to female doggies on the farm.
My greyhound already had her girl parts altered by the time I brought her home, so I never had to deal with this loveliness.
Another gold star for you! Did Lucy have to wear the Plastic Cone of Shame?