Messages From This Side of the Bridge
July 2nd 2012 8:44 pm
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I had to get a rabies shot. This put me into a conundrum of sorts. It meant I had to go to work with mom. Although being with mom is one of the few exciting activities I look forward to on a daily basis, going to the clinic to stay in a kennel all day is something I would rather do without. She jiggled her keys and called my name. I remained frozen. Maybe she wouldn't see me, get distracted, and forget what she was doing. She would be driving to work thinking to herself, "I feel like I'm forgetting something..." All the wishful thinking was in vain, she grabbed my collar and pulled me to my enormous feet. I was trapped, there was no escape. We arrived at the clinic, greeted the others, I received compliments and petting, and I had to get weighed on the big silver scale. I was happy enough but Mom suddenly looked perplexed. This is not a good look. She said I had lost 5 pounds, which is not good. When she rescued me last year, I was skeletal. She worked hard to put every pound on me. I'm a very lean boy. I stood up, wagging my knub of a tail, and she gawked at my hip. Apparently, the bloody hole I had chewed in my hip had just been discovered. There was no turning back now. She moved her finger along my self-induced scab, and I felt her frustration and sadness, and I knew I was in trouble. She worried about my spondylosis, she worried that the puppy was too much for me. All this worry caused not only a needle with rabies, but needles that took blood from underneath my skin. She said that my blood turned out okay, but she took my pee and said that I had an infection. Maybe that was why I was licking my hip, she thought. Of course I was licking, it hurts and I wanted it to feel better. I was never more happy to be home than now. Talk about a tough day at the office.