|“Bob Barker reminding you to help control the pet population
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.