Capt-Jim and Cabin Boy are DA BOMB!
Scribing at 5:51 p.m. on 2004-05-17
First and foremost, can I just tell you that Capt-Jim and the Cabin Boy completely, totally, and utterly ROCK!!!
I have to check with them before I tell you WHY they rock, to see if it's ok for me to explain the total and boundless coolness that they are, but just trust me on this. These guys are like .. amazing. Completely. Utterly. THEY ROCK. I'm not even kidding.
More on how much they rock later, if they say it's ok.
So today was Freak's first official Visit To The Vet.
When we adopted her, I happened to notice that in very small print it had the horrible words '..has never been to the vet ..' on her paperwork.
Now unless you have a supercalifragilistically trained dog a visit to the vet isn't always a calm and relaxing thing. Considering we're just now getting the basics of 'sit' down, I was wondering how this was going to go.
You don't want to find out you've adopted a biter when the vet sticks her face nose to nose with your own special Freak.
Luckily, we didn't. Adopt a biter, that is. Apparently.
We did however adopt a Freak that goes sensationally ballistic at the mere SCENT of another living animal; regardless of species. She did a little better when I had her 'sit' between my knees while I sat in the chair, with my legs wrapped around her chest like a safety harness (safety harness for the other animals, of course) which I didn't discover until she had practically decapitated a cockapoo trying to say hello to it.
She actually was terrific with the vet, though; once we got her in a room alone with the door shut. The whole touching-the-feet-touching-the-belly-checking-out-the-teeth thing went over smooth as silk. I only held my breath about 3/4 of the time we were there. So it was all good. I do, however, have an attractive leash-burn on the inside of my hand from when she decided to surprise me in the exam room. SURPRISE! You didn't need that skin anyway; don't overreact.
Then the doc put drops in her eye which needed to be rinsed out; and let me tell you I was holding my breath then .. but she sat there sweet as pie and let the doctor spray shit in her eye and then wipe it out with a paper towel and lemme tellya .. I think I would have bitten someone if they'd tried to do that shit to me. But she didn't. Nary a lawsuit to be had, I am proud to say. She was pronounced clean as a whistle; and the doc gave us a lil heartworm-preventative crunchy meaty thing to cover the month, and we were outtie.
Back at the house we ran around the backyard like our asses were on fire (well, ok, SHE did, what do I look like to you, a triathelete?) until we fell into the house panting.
Well awrighty then.
AND, AND, the Diva and I got invited to go somewhere but there was someone gonna be there that makes me wanna twitch and do those little strangulation motions with my hands and I DIDN'T HAVE TO GO! WOO HOO!!
I got to stay home with Freak and play EverQuest. So there you go.
Since I am maintaining complete and utter denial that I have to go into the Snake Pit tonight, I'm in a very cheerful mood right about now.
Wheee haaaaa.
I'm so freakin' easy sometimes, it's disgraceful.
