ok, before i start this i want to make one thing perfectly clear ~ i love animals ~ all animals…. this was just tooo funny not to write about.
my old dog is in moderate renal failure and i have had to take him to the vet each morning this week for some treatments to try to flush out his kidneys and to determine how we will handle this from here. he’s almost 15 years old and except for a little incontinence he is doing just fine… i took him in to see if there was something they could give him for that because, honestly, i have never changed a diaper in my life and don’t really want to start now… so while at the vet we discuss doing a ‘senior wellness’ exam. which is a good idea for anyone when they get to be old [like me for instance]. that is how they found the renal failure.
he has never liked getting in the truck, mostly because about 15 years ago now someone took him, his mother and 4 other puppies up the canyon and dumped them off ~ so ~ whenever i have had to take him anywhere it looks like i am trying to steal my own dog… i have to lift him up and shove him in the truck and then jump in and close the door before he can jump back out. he doesn’t weigh quite as much as he used to so it is a little easier to lift him up, but no easier to get the door shut before he tries to get back out. i have had to do this three days in a row now, but they are real good with him at the vet so he hasn’t freaked out too much, at least not after the door is shut and we start to roll…
my [his] appointments have been at 8:00 am just when the vet office opens, the treatments take about 10 minutes and the plan was for me to take him home and be to work by about 9:15 or 9:30.
yesterday morning the place was a little busy, someone was picking up their dogs that had been boarded, someone else had a dog in for a nail clipping. simon was waiting patiently in the corner. the door burst open and this 20 something girl comes in with something wrapped in a towel and she was crying, red-faced and quite upset. the receptionist said ” is this the emergency”… “yes the chick”. inside the towel was a teen age looking chicken, not your garden variety chicken, but one of those exotic looking birds. at this point i am thinking i hope she doesn’t drop it and simon nails it right here…. it had already been attacked by something, turns out by another chicken.
after a converstion with the receptionist about money and when they would be able to look at the bird the tech transported the chick to the back of the hospital and shut the door, simon is still waiting patiently in the corner, but by now he has peed on himself and on the floor ~ i say “we have had an accident over here”… now i’m sure simon is not the first dog, nor the last to pee in the vet’s office but i still felt bad for him… we get it cleaned up and they put out the wet floor sign and i towel him off and while everyone is staring at us i look up and say “it sucks to get old!”
that sweet girl has calmed down a little bit and the office isn’t quite so busy. now i’m sure that if it was my chicken i would have been just as upset, i get very attached to animals very quickly. but the conversation that followed, just struck me as humerous and it was all i could do not to bust up right there. the vet came out to get simon, while she was holding his leash she said, “the chick is standing up and is in stable condition”.
i waited for simon to come out, put him in the truck and brought him home… we had a conversation [well mostly me] about how i’m glad she didn’t drop the chick and he didn’t spring up and bite its face off or something. i told someone at work this story and we laughed about if the chick didn’t make it would they have said it tasted like chicken?
i was 45 minutes late for work…
i asked this morning and no one knew if the chick made it or not, it wasn’t still there and so i will ask again in the morning. i hope it did because i could tell that girl was attached to it and it was just a baby, i have had 15 years to get attached to simon and i’m praying that he makes it too! we’ll just do what we can.
~edit~ 5-6-10 i had to stop at the vet to get simon’s perscription filled and i finally remembered to ask about the chicken. it made it, she said they stitched up its little head and it looked like frankenchicken, but it was fine….