A hearty shout out to Greg for sending me a new goat today. This goat made it safely to my cartoon farm. You are a friend indeed.
In other news, we went to see s’daughter Shelby knock “Day by Day” out of the park (Biased. So very biased.) at her college’s production of Godspell this weekend. Fritz T stayed overnight at the vet.
Now last time Fritz T went to the vet, he ate a McDonald’s toy before we left and then threw up in my car when we got there. I brought him into the vet and announced he’d thrown up said toy and the assistant looked at me and said, “Did he get it all?”
I looked at her said, “I have no idea.”
Then she cast such a withering look at me that I said, “I will go look.”
Friends and loved ones, I went out to my vehicle armed with a load of paper towels and peered at the toy remains and tried to picture if that could be the entire thing. Since I hadn’t really seen it before it was eaten, I had no idea and went back in and said so.
Assistant looked at me again and said, “Well, I hope so. We will contact you if anything appears lodged and we have to x-ray.” Very well, then. Fritz T was fine and we picked him up without incident.
Today when we picked him up the same assistant came out to show me where Fritz T has what they call a “hot spot.” This is an area where he was injured somehow and because of where it was situated under his fur was not healing well. She told me that I would need to keep a careful eye on it because it may need an antibiotic. I did not tell her that I thought the dog was just lucky to be alive after chewing my brand new chair.
So home we came with the dog in my lap to avoid stomach distress and as we got close to home, I thought I would give Fritz T a real treat and roll down the window so he could stick his head out.
And that’s when he jumped out of the SUV . . .
With me holding onto the leash . . .
Shouting out a swear word for the whole neighborhood and my two-year-old to hear.
I am happy to report that we were going slowly enough so that he was not strangled or run over.
I am also happy to report I don’t think anyone was home in the neighborhood — especially perhaps, Father Peter, the priest from across the street.
I am especially happy to report we did not have to go back to the vet clinic to tell vet assistant I let the dog leap from a moving SUV. All’s well that ends well, I guess.