Yippee!! It's my spring break. All weekend I looked forward to sleeping in on Monday. I had even convinced Ashlyn, Brenna, and Don that I must sleep in on Monday. We had a plan. For the first time, I wasn't going to have to get up to help everyone else get ready.
Too bad no one informed Riptide of that plan. I awoke at 5:30am to a special little whine that he reserves for me that means: "Let me out NOW or I will PEE ON YOUR BED!" So I let him out and headed back to bed. (Some readers may be wondering where my husband was and why he didn't take the poor little puppy out. Well last night he fell asleep on the couch. In the basement. He would hear nothing of the rest of the house until he decided to come up stairs.)
Then, at 5:55 am Don's alarm went off! He had set it for Sunday morning softball and neglected to turn it off or set it for later. Well, as mentioned earlier, he was downstairs, so up I go to turn it off. But in the mean time, the rest of the dogs decided that since the alarm went off, it MUST be time to get up. I finally convinced them otherwise, but by then it was 6:15, and Don had finally come up. Oh, I forgot to mention that Ashlyn had fallen asleep in my bed (maybe that was why Don slept downstairs...) and her alarm went off in between the Riptide wake up call and the other alarm.
So from 5:30 to 6:30 I was awake.
Finally I drift back to sleep. I was in the beautiful place between sleep and awake, and I was going over my day in my brain, which includes taking Riptide to the vet. He was going to our old vet for the the first time and I was so excited for them to meet my boy!!! In that special place of dreaming and alertness, it dawns on me (pun intended!!!) that I missed Reba's annual exam. And shots. And heartworm test. How could I do that? I am a horrible dog owner! And she travels. And she has been unprotected!!
I jump up and by this point everyone else is gone. (Don had fed the dogs and made coffee which totally fulfilled his part of the plan. Thank you honey!) I get the Dog File and look for paperwork that proves me wrong. There is nothing. I call the vet and their computer shows they hadn't seen Reba last fall. RATS! I did goof. So I set it up to take both Reba and Riptide to the vet. I arrange to get the truck with kennels from Don and set about trying to figure out how we are going to pay for two annual check ups and shots. (And Max is due soon too!!!) Ok, I think to myself, it will all work out. Reba is fine. Her rabies is up to date. Her teeth are clean...
Wait a minute! Her teeth are clean? They got cleaned last fall. By the vet! I search the Dog File again and there it is. Proof of vaccinations and exam. She didn't just have shots; she had a spa treatment. I call the vet and Don and change the plans back to the way they were. I feel like an idiot, but at least I am not as neglectful as I thought.
This would be enough wouldn't it? Enough to convince you and me that work is less stress and easier on my mind? One would think, but no, there is more. Maybe tonight I will share it. This entry is long enough!!!
