Calm Descends

I don’t ever want days like THAT again!

M got up Tuesday and took Aggie and Duchess to the vet. I called him around 10:00 because I hadn’t heard from him and he was all in a tizz.

He was in one of the exam room with Aggie. Duchess had been taken to the back and he could hear a dog in the back having a fit. He just knew it was Duchess and he was on the verge of storming back there to find out what was going on.

SOMEHOW – I was able to calm him down and get him to open the door and find someone in the hall to talk to. Fortunately, he put the phone down so I could hear all this. The woman he spoke to assured him that the “upset” dog wasn’t his (it wasn’t) and in a moment, Duchess was brought back to him. She was doped up with pain killers and her wounds had been stapled closed.

Aggie was next for the same treatment and the vocal dog was still at it – evidently she/he was in a kennel and unhappy about it.

Anyway – $460 later (yes, almost $700 on dog fight wounds in the last month!!!) everyone was home with medicine and cones of shame.

Then, M tried to take Bella back to the shelter Tuesday and, wouldn’t you know it, they were closed on Tuesdays.

What?

When I got home from work Tuesday, Aggie and Duchess were pitiful – they felt so sorry for themselves. I know dogs don’t understand cause and effect . . . but I reminded them periodically that if they weren’t so silly, they wouldn’t be in this mess.

So yesterday, I had to leave work early to help M take Bella back to the shelter.

I wrote down everything good about her – how she’s crate and house trained. Can use a dog door. Is already spayed. Walks well on a leash. Any and everything I could think of. Then, they make you take her out to a kennel and leave her where she can see you walking away. Of course, I cried talking to the people there, cried leaving her, cried going home.

But last night was calm at home. Duchess and Aggie are starting to feel better. They’ll have to wear the cones for two weeks, to keep them from scratching at the staples until they’re removed.

I think M and I are ready for a little less drama in our lives. Some nice, quiet evenings. I hate to keep bringing it up, but maybe a long winter’s nap.