Monday, April 9, 2012

The Not So Perfect Day

Just so you know, sometimes there is a boring day, even if I think that it is going to be fun and exciting.  This happened last week.  Angie got dressed in the clothes that mean we are going to training.  We got in the car (oh, by the way, it was a different car than the other one and smells different. But I still have a hup step on the back, so I can get up and down easily, and I still have the same crate).  We drove for a long time, so I thought we were going to Disaster City.

We didn’t go to Disaster City, but we did go to a big warehouse where I have stayed before while Angie is in a meeting.  There are crates there for dogs.  I had to stay by myself, with no other dogs, for hours.  It was so boring.  Every so often, Angie would come to check on me, and there were some people doing something with a thing that looked like a tent, and they were dressed in these weird clothes, with masks on their faces and big gloves.  I think I heard the words “de-con” and “haz-mat.”  All I know is they had nothing for me.

Finally, Angie comes to get me, lets me take a break (no toy, no searching, no fun), and we get back in the car.  Maybe now we are going to Disaster City, but no, we go to the vet’s office.  It is not like the vet in Austin where I live, but it is at a place called Texas A&M. It is much bigger and there are lots more smells.  I have seen birds and hamsters there, but mostly dogs and a few cats.  They check me out, give me a couple of shots, take some of my blood and pee, and then we leave.  But do you think we go to Disaster City?  NO!

Instead, we get back in the car, and drive for a long time.  I guess we are going home, which is ok since I am hungry from doing nothing all day.  But instead, we go to a building, and Angie goes inside and leaves me in the crate in the car.  By now it is dark.  I decide to go to sleep because there is nothing else to do.  When Angie comes back from the building, she tells me, “Sorry, Sammie, that meeting took a long time.”  Finally, we go home, I get dinner, and that is the end of the not so perfect day.  Hey, it happens.

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