Franken-Puppy

OK, all, I know, I know, it's been a while since I have written in this and for that I am truly sorry. OK, maybe not truly, I will say mostly. definately kinda....

So, as you know from reading my past posts, I talk about various things in life and try to put some humor in them. Some of which involve my kids, others involve my observations on life, and then there is Ginger.... Ginger is a sweet and lovable pain in the ....

Well, Ginger will be celebrating her 2nd birthday next month. What am I going to get her you ask, well my first is simple: Nothing, she is a flippin' dog, she does not know what a birthday is.... And the second is, well, I already got it, and it is the morale of the story and reason for the title to this post.

Not long ago, I noticed my sweet, little puppy (yes, I am talking about Ginger) limping and not using the one back leg. Well, I had an appointment for the vet shortly after that and I asked about it. Turns out she had a condition which is a hundred letters long, that I can not say without spitting all over myself, which translates into "BAD KNEE" So, I asked what I do. They said, "Fix it", I did as every pet owner would do, I asked, "How Much?"

Well, here is my first tip for you, don't ask that, you might get an answer you don't like. So, after they told me the answer, and picked me up off of the floor, I learned it was $1,800.

Then I started thinking. In my day, if my folks would have gotten that news, my dad and the dog would have went for a walk. And wouldn't you know it, the dog would get away. And my dad would be telling us all of this as he cleaned his gun at the kitchen table. Yeah, amazing how clueless we are when we 'trust' our parents.

Well, after hours of soul searching I decided to bite the bullet and spend the money. Well, I took her up there, dropped her off and even had to sign a DNR.

Then I decide that I am going to take both of my kids up there to pick her up. Well, we are in the waiting room and this girl, comes walking in. And you know, to this day, I am not sure if it was a girl or a pin cushion. The girl was pierced everywhere. Blue hair, posts and rods coming out. I needed a tetnis shot, just to shake her hand. She totally had my kids staring and pointing.

Well, she then says she is going to get the dog. In walks the dog. Her back leg is completely shaved off and there is a 6 inch incision down her leg. I look at my kids, they look back at me and then it starts. Screams of fear. So the dog is scared, the vet tech is scared, I am scared. we all just sit there for a few minutes and scream.

Finally, I get everyone calmed down, we get in the car to go home and as I driving home, the screaming starts again. At this point, my head is about to explode. I am going down I-71, with a dog that looks like it was in a knife fight, my daughter screaming and my son laughing about the vet tech and how she looks like she fell in a hardware store.

I get home, cater to this dog, and then try to put people to bed. Then I come back down and cater to the dog.

Now, people will read this and think one of two things.

1. If you are not an animal lover, you will simply think.... Idiot.
2. If you are an animal lover, you will simply think..... Idiot, but I would have done it too.

Ginger is fine, running on it like nothing happened.