You raise your children in hopes they’ll become rational adults with the ability to think ahead and predict outcomes to keep the chaos level low in their lives. At twenty-five, Gina is practical, analytical, and organized. Today, I raised my eyebrows and wondered what on earth was she thinking?
I helped her haul one hundred and thirty pounds of dog muscle to the vet for exams. Mr. Biggins was due for his annual boosters and a check-up and Bamma-lamma-ding-dong needed a Bordetella vaccine and a check on his ear infection and inflamed face wrinkles. I, the wise mother, would have made separate appointments.
What??? No french fries? Snort.
I drove Mr. Biggins and Gina drove Bam. We arrived at the veterinarian’s parking lot and they instinctively knew they weren’t stopped in the McDonald’s drive-thru.
Oh, how I wished I could have taken my camera inside but when you have a fifty-seven pound hunk of Bulldog muscle at the end of your lead, the camera stays in the car!
Before all of us exploded through the entrance of the vet’s office, Bam needed to poop. In traditional male dog style, he marked his territory with his thick and powerful hind legs that hurled his dump onto my right pant leg. Gina held onto worried Mr. Biggins, laughing until she was red in the face. I did not think it was funny.
Mr. Biggins, the big brown Boxer mix, loveable sissy dog turns into a frightened, ten-pound pup at the vet. I heard his high-pitched agony as three assistants held him while the fourth trimmed his nails. English Bulldog, Bamma-lamma-ding-dong, loves to be poked and prodded with instruments and such. He nuzzles onto the vet’s lap, begging for inspection. Nothing bothers his wonderful self. A veterinarian’s dream dog!
We headed back home with a bag full of prescriptions for Bam. He needs his own personal medicine cabinet or pill box. Gina winced at the bill... That’s what you get when you love a high maintenance little man-dog.
I had planned to stop at the nail salon afterwards and maybe stop in the mall for a Lancome free gift. But my jeans were soiled and I imagined an odor might linger…
Good day to examine and clean the pond skimmer and filter. Do some bird counting. It was a glorious, almost 70 degree day.
I turned off the waterfall for a little while and realized there is a lot of work to do everywhere outdoors.
I remembered times I would lay across the edge of the pond and drop pellets into their open mouths. Koi are very trainable and pet-like. I should work with them more often and stage a Koi circus.
Ah, the wonders of photography reveal that some Koi have four blue eyes.
There is more news.
We have never owned a leather sofa. Until today.
The new sofa and chair are smaller than what we had and they provide us more space in our family room. Italian leather feels wonderful… I wanted it to look this way just for a day. Only one day. Neat and tidy.
We had a kitchen conference. They did not like it. The sofa was all wrong. There was a protest.
We don’t like the new sophie. It’s hard and cold. We need our holey blankets and pillas.
Ok. Put your feet up. Sit for a while. Welcome to our house.