For all of you have been asking for a Tex update:
The night before taking Tex in for surgery we did all of his favourite things; made pancakes, went for a walk, barked at the neighbours cats and read his favourite bedtime story.
In spite of our best efforts, the following morning was seriously out of control.
Like most couples we handle stress very differently – I channel my inner hippie, walking around saying things like “hello sun, wow, I’ve never noticed how beautiful that tree is”, covering both pugs in kisses – Tom turns into a bitchy drill sergeant, ordering the pugs to get with the program, making small kids and old ladies cry. Of course it doesn’t help when I tell Tom to reign in his aura and project positive energy.
By the time we arrived at the vet’s office both dogs were a wreck - Tex was having a nervous breakdown – and Maggie decided to make it her personal mission to traumatize all of the poor dogs coming in for surgery, bluff charging and talking trash.
Just as I was patting myself on the back for being the strong one, the wind beneath our wings, the vet technician pointed out that I had my dress on backwards. Not a pretty sight.
After a day of worry, the vet called to say that due to another emergency (a cat fell out of the 9th floor of a high rise), Tex’s surgery had been bumped to Wednesday.
The good news is he’s home with his family this evening. The bad news is we get up tomorrow and do it all over again.
The night before taking Tex in for surgery we did all of his favourite things; made pancakes, went for a walk, barked at the neighbours cats and read his favourite bedtime story.
In spite of our best efforts, the following morning was seriously out of control.
Like most couples we handle stress very differently – I channel my inner hippie, walking around saying things like “hello sun, wow, I’ve never noticed how beautiful that tree is”, covering both pugs in kisses – Tom turns into a bitchy drill sergeant, ordering the pugs to get with the program, making small kids and old ladies cry. Of course it doesn’t help when I tell Tom to reign in his aura and project positive energy.
By the time we arrived at the vet’s office both dogs were a wreck - Tex was having a nervous breakdown – and Maggie decided to make it her personal mission to traumatize all of the poor dogs coming in for surgery, bluff charging and talking trash.
Just as I was patting myself on the back for being the strong one, the wind beneath our wings, the vet technician pointed out that I had my dress on backwards. Not a pretty sight.
After a day of worry, the vet called to say that due to another emergency (a cat fell out of the 9th floor of a high rise), Tex’s surgery had been bumped to Wednesday.
The good news is he’s home with his family this evening. The bad news is we get up tomorrow and do it all over again.
5 comments:
Looking forward to reading good news tomorrow and hearing about your latest fashion statement.
We'll continue sending positive thoughts your way today too! (And imagining the Ryan household in an episode of deja vu.)
BTW, "Hello sun, what a beautiful tree" isn't a bad mantra at all - though maybe, "Hello dress, let's work together today," maybe better when getting ready. :)
Wow! That's some pre surgery jitters.....did you happen to ask the vet for a little pre surgery sedative......for yourselves for the night and morning of??? Well, really, what does it matter that your dress was on backward.....unless of course there's a problem when it comes to bringing Tex home......and they don't let you.....because you showed up AGAIN in some wierd get up.....and they're worried you can't care for him because, well, you can't dress yourself....well....good luck and look in a mirror once in awhile!!!
All I can say is...you guys are wierd!
Obviously, I was kidding! I guess humor is hard to type...anyway, I too hope Tex is healing nicely.
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