the pooch and the vet
i got up this morning at 4:15 to take ol’ mikey to his office so he could meet up with boss lady for a six a.m. flight to nyc and when i came home, i was wide awake, so i thought a little top model on tivo could get me in the right mood for some shut eye, but’ cept the drama–oh the drama–that occurred kept me awake and i remember looking over at my clock at 6:15 and thinking “god DAMN it!” so then i was kind of up and watched some early morning television (boring) until 9:30 when i took the pooch for a walk and then loaded her in the car for a trip to the vet where…
…she received a complete bill of great health AND special compliments about her figure (for a dog her age) and the vet asked me about her eating habits and i said, oh i try not to feed her. jokingly, obviously. but the vet wondered why, at her age, she was not ballooning like most dogs do and i said because she’s a dainty eater and only nibbles at her kibbles when she feels like it. she does not scarf shit down like a fat girl at a buffet (i.e. me on saturday at amy’s party–mmm…cream puffs). and then the vet said, oh i can only hope that i have her figure at that age. and i said, “weird, but okay”.
so then we meandered on over to ma henry’s house to pick up the key to the beach house for next weekend and ma henry made me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and some doritos while i read the local paper. finally, i returned to the mother ship and passed out until six when i awoke from slumber and headed to work…and work was so uneventful that i have nothing to say about it.
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