Well the Snowcation is over and it was back to work this morning. Dixie roused me from bed at her usual time of 6.30am. I don’t know how she learned to read a clock but I wish she would just decide to sleep in one day. Or at least not be so demanding about me getting up with her. And of course as soon as I let The Bug out of her crate, we are off to the races. Coffee, breakfast, shower and then I plop in front of my computer to see what has come in over night.
The nasty cold weather has been keeping people from traveling all week and we have had no guests here at the Carriage House since Sunday night. Tom bravely turtled his way back on the ice from Dallas this morning. The normal 2.5 – 3 hour drive from Allen took him 5 hours but I am so thankful that he is home.
Dixie and her trusty sidekick, The Bug, come in mid-morning from a hearty wrestling match in the yard and Dixie goes running straight to her water bowl for a large drink of water. I noticed several weeks ago that she was drinking more water then usual. In fact, Ms. Beverly, our housekeeper has noticed it. Dixie’s groomer, Ms. Tracey, has noticed it. Everyone has noticed and commented on it. At that moment, Dixie is lapping up water like it is 110 degrees outside which it clearly is not. So I call the vet to make an appt and he tells us to come right in. He too is not busy.
Now a quick trip to the vets office should be no big deal…right. I just put Dixie on her leash and I throw her into the back of my SUV. Simple! Some how The Bug gets out the gate at the same time and self loads into the back of the truck as well. “Fine”, I say “but you are going to have to stay in the car” and I spend the whole 2 minute drive trying to figure out how that is going to happen. I decide the best way to approach this is to block the car door with my body there by controlling the access. I open the door and throw my body in front of it. The Bug goes flying over my head and straight to the door of the office. The vet tech thinking she was being helpful opens the door and what ensues is a scene out of one of those British comedies. Everyone is chasing The Bug through the office. The Bug is in front followed by Vet Tech 1, the Vet, me, and then Vet Tech 2. She runs from room to room dodging us under furniture and slipping between us as we all grab at her sprinting little body. We finally trap her in the surgery room (the last place I would want to be trapped). I catch her up and carry her out to the car where she spends the rest of the visit. Poor ol’ Dixie has to get some blood work done.
Dixie as it turns out is fine. No Diabetes and her kidneys are fine. The doc says that she may just be thirsty. However, The Bug has been diagnosed as being ADHD. Quote…”you have to get up real early in the morning to catch up with her”. Deep Sigh.
Feeling that the days adventures are over, I sit down at my desk and start pounding out some work. I glance out my window only to see The Bug dragging something the size of herself around the yard and into the breezeway. Curious, I get up and go out to the breezeway where she proudly drops a dead and yet still bleeding squirrel at my feet. Blech! Yuck! Aaargh!
You see, The Bug is a Feist Terrier. If you are unfamiliar with that breed don’t feel bad. They are a non-AKC approved breed and are only found in the rural South. They are bred for the curious sport of squirrel hunting. So I guess she was taping into her genetics and decided that now was as good of a time as any to go hunt a squirrel. I double gloved before I picked up the nasty, oozing thing.
Ah well, the morning’s escapades wore out the puppy and Dixie and they both found there way back to their respective beds. I finally have some peace and can get some work done. My only fear is that the day is still young and there are plenty more misadventures to be had. Just a quick nap and then back to business of being them.
It is a dog’s life.