It was like I was suddenly sucked into a time warp.
You see, years ago when my kids were little, and I was able to escape work, kids, husband, cleaning, laundry, etc... for even a couple of hours, I was always punished with 'bad reports'. So much so that it severely discouraged any kind of desire to do anything without a kid or a husband strapped to my side.
My stomach sank lower than I thought it could (even with Diesel fumes) as Vet Tech Girl unleashed a litany of complaints about Wilbur and as far as she was concerned we couldn't take him off her hands fast enough.
He pooped every two hours.
He pooped on the floor.He pooped in Duncan's crate.
He pooped everywhere but where he was supposed to.
Duncan got so sick of his poopy crate that he finally growled at Wilbur.
I spent the remainder of the bus ride in agony.
When we finally got to the apartment I looked up and saw this scene peeking from Vet Tech Girl's apartment.
Miley the dachshund (Duncan's girlfriend) in the middle.
And my darling Wilbur is on the right.
Vet Tech Girl hurled our baby at us and with luggage thumping around our ankles (and landing on my feet way too many times) we all surged into the apartment as one. After giving Wilbur a thousand hugs while he gyrated his way around the apartment, we unpacked, and I started in on our mountain of laundry.
Finally, I poured a stiff drink and headed for a hot bath.
This was before I discovered that it was obvious Wilbur had received at least one bath in our tub. I was almost in tears by this time but I cleaned the damn thing, and then had a good long soak.
Yesterday involved a trip to the vet with both Wilbur and Chlorox.
But not Hans.
He was busy with 'work' and that better not have been internet poker I saw on his computer when I left the apartment with an excited pit bull on one side and box full of screaming cat on the other!
Wilbur got 'tummy medicine', flea, tick, and heart worm preventer, micro chipped, his last vaccine, pro-biotics (because of his raw diet), and tons of attention.
Chlorox got Kitty Cat Prozac for our 5 hour trip to the boat, her vaccination which is good for three years (and I hope I get my money's worth as she's 14!!), and a lot of attention.
I got the bill.
This evening involved my getting a free hair cut (a gift certificate from a cleaning customer) at a local 'chic' boutique, and talk about feeling like Ellie Mae Clampett! My outfit complete with matching purse was entirely too 'matchy matchy' and I really need to get out more! Although at my age I refuse to get a tattoo!
And tomorrow I have an optometrist appointment as I ran out of contacts last week!
I took this picture of Wilbur tonight.
I think he's growing!!!
This is exactly what I'm looking at, on my right, as I type this.
He has no shame!
I guess if I want to get any sewing done I'll have to make an appointment with my sewing machine!