I happen to be a “critter person.” I like animals, of all kinds, far more than I like you. #sorrynotsorry In case you don’t follow along, I have a dog I call Derpy. He is the silliest, most lovable doofus of them all.
I have a feeling that part of my burning desire to get a dog, post Break Up, was because for 14 years I was told I couldn’t have one. Despite a compelling urge to flaunt my freedom and run right out to adopt a four legged friend, I waited. I needed to find an emotional plateau before taking on that kind of responsibility. I also knew that if I was going to get a canine companion, I wanted to do it right. I was going to wait until I was reestablished and fiscally solvent, because this was going to be a ’til-death-do-us-part vow that I was committed to keeping.
Anyhow, about 10 months ago I brought home a 9 pound eating and pooping machine. I’m pretty much head-over-paws, as my Instagram feed will prove. He’s now 58 pounds and I cannot imagine my life without him.
Yesterday, Derpy came home from daycare with a cough. As the evening went on he progressed from a honking cough, to hacking up phlegm, to coughing until he puked. (I’m going to have to mop the floors today. When you own a dog, Swiffer is your best friend.)
By this morning I knew a trip to the vet was in order. ASIDE: I love my vet – it’s an animal hospital with 5 amazing veterinarians on duty and a whole host of talented vet techs. Everyone is super friendly and knowledgeable. Even better they never patronize this worry-wart of a dog mom, even when I’m sure I’m sometimes ridiculous.
Today we got to see Dr. Love for the first time. (Of course that’s not his name, but it’s what the vet in the book I’m reading is called. And no, it’s not that kind of book.) Dr. Love is the only male vet at the practice and he’s beautiful. And charming. And his vocation is taking care of animals. Be still my racing heart.
I, of course, am awkward.
Dr. Love: It’s nice to meet you.
Me: Good and you?
Then I proceeded to try to shake his hand – which was gloved. Oy vey. I can only hope he thought I was flustered because I was concerned about Derpy.
Oh and did I mention Dr. Love was seeing Derpy in the parking lot because the suspicion that he’s highly contagious with kennel cough? And of course some woman walked by and witnessed me in all my dorky glory? *sigh*
Furthermore, Derpy does have kennel cough, despite being vaccinated. Today I learned about the difference in effectiveness between bacterial and viral vaccines! What a day.