Bob Barker and My Busy Tuesday

I have found myself completely over-scheduled on this random Tuesday in January. Let’s face it, I’m a total homebody so I have been dreading this day for the last two weeks.I’m that weird person who likes to do one outing a day and then hunker down with the fireplace crackling, some delicious food cooking and the kids playing. It’s just too cold outside to go in and out all day long!
Today’s big rush began at 6:30 a.m….okay, no it didn’t. I’m totally lying. Truth is, David wanted it to start at 6:30 a.m., but trying to separate me from the squishy warmth of both a feather bed and down comforter on a cold January morning is next to impossible. So, the big rush really started at 6:45 a.m. It didn’t include a shower. I rushed to pull on a pair of jeans, my cozy Uggs and several layers of t-shirts. After splashing some water on my face and a lame attempt to make my hair appear stylishly bedhead-ish – think Winona Ryder back before she got busted for her sticky fingers. Anyway, the hair was a big failure because ultimately, I just ended up looking like a mommy who rolled out of bed. Go figure.

I put my failed beauty attempt behind me and wrangled the three kids into their clothes. Overall, the whole ordeal took about a 1/2 hour. Not too shabby considering… We rushed through breakfast and then ran out the door with Stella packed into her crate.

“Bob Barker reminding you to help control the pet population. Have your pet spayed or neutered. Bye-bye.”
Poor Stella. Today is the day that we’re taking Bob Barker’s advice and having her spayed. Yes, that’s right, her budding womanhood will be nipped in the bud. Gwen was inconsolable as we walked through the door of the vet’s office. Between her gasps for air and the piercing wail that emanated from the depths of her little body, she pointed an accusatory finger at the receptionist and declared, “She’s gonna shoot Stella in the stomach!” Of course, the receptionist simply sat there looking aghast while the other pet owners watched in amused silence.

Kate made her way around the waiting room, squatting before each crate in her quest to locate and chat with kitty cats. The silence that had become my stand-off with Gwen was peppered with a series of tiny “Meows” as Kate personally introduced herself to each of the cats. One woman, who looked like she might be in line for the next filming of Pet Hoarders, protectively pulled her brood closer and refused to make eye-contact with my mewing toddler. Kate offered her a Cheez-It.

Gwen continued staring at me with tears flowing and then dramatically threw herself over Stella’s crate in a last ditch effort to save her pal’s life. Stella’s tail beat against the side of the crate and she danced on her front paws. Gwen’s hair dragged through a puddle on the sandy, pet hair-littered clinic floor as she pressed her face against the door of Stella’s crate. She pursed her lips and attempted to kiss Stella goodbye through the metal grates. Stella’s tongue unfurled, made its way through the bars and made contact with Gwen’s teeth. Gwen began giggling, stood up and said “See ya later doggie!” then skipped off to meow at the kitties.

We’ll be going back up to Freeport to pick up Stella (and her cone of shame) late this afternoon. We’ll rush to be back in time to get Joe off the bus, make dinner, and then run out the door once again to attend the parent meeting at Gwen’s pre-school. So what in the world am I doing wasting today’s precious time on this blog entry? I’m not sure, but I’m thinking I might go grab a shower and make a quiet place for Stella to rest when she comes home.

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  1. Slidecutter says:

    Kudos on responsible pet-ownership! I completely respect and admire that; just wish more humans would take that same route seeing the devastation suffered by so many unwanted and abused animals because someone didn't opt to spay or neuter.

    Stella will be fine and you'll get through one more hectic day of life to, hopefully, treat us all to another excellent blog!

  2. I was hoping for some kind of crazed Beulah-type outburst from the cat hoarder. You know, to anger me and prompt another in my imagined series on the Beulahs of the world…

  3. What kind of dog is Stella? She looks a little like our crazy Jack Russell/Doxie mix – same face & tail! 🙂 So cute!

  4. The images of Kate toddling around the office mewing and Gwen throwing her body across the crate are priceless. Sounds like Gwen's already gotten over her fears about Stella, but I'm sure she'll be comforted when you pick up Stella this afternoon.

  5. Stella is safely home and recovering with her cone intact. She is a Jack Russell Terrier, Skye. The breeder we got her from (Connemara Terriers) doesn't dock tails. We've never had a JRT with a tail before, so it was odd at first. Now we love it. It waves around like a white-tailed deer's tail and helps us keep tabs on her when she's running through the tall grass of our field.
    Ada, you know those seconds when everything is happening all at once? Slow motion for me…normal time for everyone else. It was funny.

  6. Cool. What a fun day. Especially because it wasn't mine.

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