July 30th, 2010 (04:16 pm)
current mood: sore
current song: "Veronica Mars" theme
Or my sad saga of my Very Exasperating Day... or why I STILL haven't really seen "Porco Rosso..."
Had my periodic insomnia around 2:45 AM, finally went into my office to read and the like a little after 3. Once I'm up, it generally takes me a couple of hours to get tired enough to go back to sleep ... which meant when Jeff's alarm went off at 4:55, I hadn't made it back to bed.
David and I had agreed to head up to the vets with the dogs around 9 AM, when they open. They're very nice vets, but the office is a first come first serve office, and doesn't make appointments. We arrived around 9:30, with all three dogs. The dog division ended up being me and both girls (Stormy, 66 lbs, and Karma, 55 lbs), and David and G'nort (21 lbs). The dogs were doing their usual smelling and looking for a place to pee stuff. Stormy and Karma lunged forward to smell a bush ... and since I was unfortunately standing in slippery mud, instead of on gravel as I thought, down I went! Mud on both legs to the knees, over my sandals. Mud on my shorts soaking through. And I hit the back of my head on the bumper of a parked truck.
We recovered, more or less, and started inside. As we neared the door to the lobby, a doddering old man came out, s.l.o.w.l.y, with his big fluffy brown Chow-looking dog on a leash. We waited for them to get down the stairs. They kind of stopped at the bottom of the stairs. We started to take our dogs in, giving them a fairly wide berth, thinking we didn't want our dogs to knock the man down or anything. Our dogs were excited and barking, but are not aggressive. He stood there with his dog, not saying, "BTW, my dog is irrational and mean!" The girls and I walked past. As David and G'nort walked past, his dumb dog lunged at G'nort, taking out a chunk of fur off of his side! The vet assistant came out to make sure we all were able to go our separate ways without further drama, and petted down G'nort to check for damage when we got inside. Sheesh!
So then the dogs had their annual shots and exams and all was well. As my legs slowly dried and flaked off, and my head throbbed. And then we left, without me remembering to buy dog food, which is too bad, since the vets is 35 miles away, and not open on the weekends. Guess they'll be getting something sub-par.
We arrived at home, and I brought my purse into the house, only to discover that at some point at the vets, probably due to the excitement / distress, G'nort had apparently peed on it.
We stationed the dogs in the corral, and I took a shower, discovering that the only dry and non-muddy item of clothing I was wearing was my bra. I then settled back to watch "Porco Rosso," thinking that would be nice and relaxing. And then woke up about 2 hours later.
So, how's your Friday been?