Yesterday afternoon my wife had to go to the hospital to get a shot in her hip that she’d been waiting on for a long time. She was on a waiting list for at least 8 months! For a simple needle! The doctor recommended that she didn’t drive after the shot so I volunteered to be her chauffeur.
I dropped her off at the front of the hospital while I went in search of a parking space, which I expected might take a good 5-10 minutes. Well, as I pulled out from the hospital I noticed a spot right out front, and not only one, there were 3 or 4 spots open. You’ve got to love it when that happens! That was too easy. When I made it into the hospital my wife was still at admitting giving her information. She was surprised to see me back so quickly, and so was I.
The rest was a breeze. She made it in for her shot right on time and within 15 minutes we were on our way back home.
This afternoon my chauffeur services will be needed again. This time I’ll be off to Pawsitively Purrfect to get Max all prettied up for the Christmas season. He’ll think we’re heading to the park for a run, but he’ll realize, as we drive past it on Lewvan, that he’s either on his way to the vet or on his way to a haircut. He’s really not a fan of either alternative.
When we get to Pawsitively Purrfect I almost have to drag him in by his leash. He really doesn’t want to be there and I always feel a tad bit guilty when I walk out the door and leave him behind.
The funny thing is, he fights like mad to avoid going in there, yet the girls always tell me how well behaved he is during his cut. What we have here is the tale of two dogs!
So, after today, I’ll hang up my chauffeur hat for a while and get back to normal, or as normal as one can be around the Christmas season.