Tuesday, November 3, 2009

How to get a Screaming Headache

The canine police brought Millie back today.

Turns out ol' girl was having a romp on the highway. Kamikaze! Not sure what I did to push her to that, but lucky thing it wasn't the last of her dog days.

The puppy police officer was super nice, and was even more so when I explained the UPS guy must have let her out, since it was clear I didn't kick her to the curb myself, and there's no way a little glucosamine would make her able to do a high jump over the fence.

She was pretty spry though when she came back. Putting the other two knuckleheads in line, and then prancing through their water dish... Whatever that means in dog terms. (Think I'd be able to decipher for myself if she'd just peed in it.)

So the cacophony of crazy dogs is back at full decibel this afternoon. As loud as these three can be -- hooting, yowling, and woofing at other passing dogs -- it wasn't anything compared to Quinn's deafening blare at the doctor's office this morning.



In for her 9 month check up (she's been on terra firma now longer than she was in the belly!). Seemed a bit less than I'd expected as she weighed in at 15lbs 4oz, and 26 inches long; but the doctor was pleased with her growing girth. He remembered that we would be moving soon, and appeared a little disappointed to be losing Miss Q as his patient.

Whatever regret he had she quickly cured as she hollered and screamed bloody murder before he even touched her toes. Uncharacteristic of past visits, she shrieked, screeched and wailed the whole time he was there; I'm quite sure it cured him of being sorry to see us go. He quipped that it was greetings like hers that made some people go into dermatology instead of pediatrics.

With the headache like I'd been at a rock concert, Quinn and I made it into a better day by running errands, hitting the fun found at my favorite farmers' market in downtown, and coming back home to chow down before she hit the hay, which she got an early start on while still in her carseat.



A full if not entirely fun day all in all...

Achy J & Screaming Quinn

3 comments:

Jonas said...

Good for the dog she is home and good for Quinn she is thriving

stacewalk said...

are you sure animal rescue came to drop off the dog or pick up the ducks??? hmmmm? "That's B-L-E-I-K-E-R."

J Bleiker Murphy said...

You're dead to me Stacy -- that's D-E-A-D ;)