Y'all we got to see VEENIE last night! Just an update from my mental image yesterday, it was not rows of doggie beds with cat nurses and kitten candy stripers.
Side note: Kelly made a joke that her cat Angus thought I said "strippers". I then panicked hoping I didn't spell Candy Striper wrong. So I googled "Candy Striper" and it gave me tons of articles regarding different issues of Playboy magazine. This still left me unsure, so then I googled STRIPPER, to confirm that was how you spelled stripper, as in the lady who takes her clothes off, not the lady who brings you flowers when you're sick.
That then confirmed that yes, it is indeed spelled STRIPER, not STRIPPER. I really did the leg work there -- no pun intended.
SO AS I WAS SAYING.... We got to visit Veenie last night! We walk in and I immediately spot her in her cage. She's my little girl after all, I'd of course spot her immediately in a sea of dogs.
She had her back to me, but her head was turned and I could see her left eye. I screech to the nurse, "OH MY GOSH WHT HAPPENED TO HER EYE?!?!?!"
From where I was standing across the room, it looked all red and swollen, with possibly some blood tracking through her stark white fur.
The nurse, clearly very worried that someone didn't tell me something I should've known already, frantically swept through the chart in her hands.
CB just looked at me with this WTF face.
As I walked closer to swollen eye Veenie, CB walked to a totally different cage. As I started to ask him where he was going, it was then that I realized that wasn't my dog.
Dog mom of the year over here people. Dog mom of the damn year.
In my defense though, they really shouldn't keep two all white Jack Russells side by side. OK FINE, YOU GOT ME, it was my fault. Sigh. I then walk over to my little Veenie girl who I of course would immediately spot in a sea of dogs. Yikes.
Her tail nearly wagged off her body when she realized who was standing in front of her, but her face told a slightly different story. I couldn't get her to make eye contact with me, but I'm not sure that I would make eye contact with anyone either if I was feeling mighty fine on pain meds.
They asked if we'd like to feed her. I asked CB if he'd do the honors while I petted her little head. This was a big step, we really were rooting for her to WANT to eat.
SHE GOBBLED THAT FOOD RIGHT UP. (Like mother, like daughter.... )