(registered: "sister mary magdelena": aka MAGGIE)
yesterday morning i loaded a very excited maggie into the jeep and took her to spend the day at the vet. when i walked into the lobby the receptionist asked what i needed them to do.
i proceeded, "she needs to be updated on her shots, her claws need to be trimmed, anal glands squeezed (i know, ICK!!!), and she has a spot on her eye that i want dr. nichols to check..."
"ok, we'll take care of that for you. what time will you be back to pick her up?" the receptionist asked.
"around 2:30, if that will be ok," i replied.
i looked down; maggie was still very excited to be there... WITH ME. i took her leash off so the technician could take her back to one of the kennels. after i unhooked her, she realized i was leaving her. if you've ever seen the look puss in boots gives in the shrek movies you will know the pitiful look she was giving me. animals really know how to do it to you:/
(yep, that was the look only in canine...)
anyway, i bent down, and she gave be a big, wet, sloppy kiss on the forehead. off she went looking back at me after every other step she took. i left dr. nichols' office with a very heavy heart. other than when i had her spayed, she's never spent a day away from home unless she was with us.
yes, she is spoiled:b
at 2:30 on the dot, i returned to get my little maggie-doodle!!!
after the technician handed her to me, she explained that my little darling was NOT kennel-boarding material. she told me that her breed, the king charles spaniel, is known for having obsessive compulsive disorder and that maggie definitely showed all signs. (i guess that's why she will only eat her food and drink her water if her food bowl is on the right and water bowl on the left, she will only jump up on the bed from the far side, refuses to walk in the grass if it is too high or wet, etc...)
bottom line... my baby hadn't drunk, eaten, nor pottied all day:[ i felt like a horrible mother. further, she smelled so bad she could hardly stand herself (no, REALLY, i can tell these things, ROTFL!!!) the good LORD knows i could hardly stand the smell either!!!
we left the clinic; and, i took my parched pup to mcdonalds and got her a water and me a diet coke (of course). she drank over half of her cup before coming up for a air poor thing!!!
as soon as we got home i went into my closet to change my clothes. she of course followed me. i looked back to see that she had gotten into my shower. she wanted a bath (true story). i knew she couldn't stand the smell of the kennel on her body; and i was right. needless to say, i gave her a bath and some peanut butter for a treat. finally, she was one happy camper. and my little happy camper hasn't been detached from me since i picked her up yesterday (except for when i took kat to school this morning).
ocd??? yep, i can believe that:D
love and blessings,