Infinite MonkeysThe girls and I went to my in-laws yesterday for Mother's Day, and we took our dog, Jessica. Jessica likes the bunnies. When we were loading up the car to go home, she spotted a half-dozen cottontails munching on a neighbor's grass, and made a beeline for them. With the wisdom of Brer Rabbit, they headed straight for the briar patch, er, I mean a whole mess of jumping cholla cactus.
Jessica emerged COVERED in needles and hunks of cactus. They were in her mouth, piercing her tongue and cheeks, all over her feet and fur, etc. Horrifying. Fortunately, two of my brothers-in-law were still there, and we spent the better part of an hour tweezing needles from a terrified but remarkably compliant doggie.
The girls, Ook (7) and Eek (9), were also surprisingly composed. Concerned, but not freaking out. Later that night, when I was putting them to bed, I was explaining to each of them that we would try to take Jessica to the vet today, just to make sure she's okay, and that they might have to shave her (Jessica is a border collie mix with LOTS of thick hair) to make sure we get all of the needles. I explained that our nearby PetSmart has both groomers and a veterinary clinic on-site, so they can take care of everything.
Upon hearing that, Eek felt she needed to make sure I was considering the vets' motives: "Just remember, if they say something like, 'Oh, definitely, you should definitely get her shaved,' they're probably just trying to make money for the groomers."
That's my girl.
Oh, and when I mentioned today that I was calling the vets for an appointment, she said, "Just remember what I said last night."
Now THAT she gets from my wife.
Posted by RobbL at May 14, 2007 06:17 PM