So I see the leash come out at an odd time this a.m. and figure something’s up. Sure enough, annual trip to the vet.
Now folks pokin’ and prodin’ on me for 20 minutes then puttin' me back in the cage for another few hours until the boss comes and gets me is not what I call a “spa day” by any stretch, but it was so worth it.
The cage keeper had on this divine perfume. As soon as my nose layed on to the trail, I stuck it up proud and high to sample the delicate notes drifting in on the cloud. Truth be told, I pranced in place a bit, enough to get a tickle under the chin and pat on the head.
I was smitten. Look, there’s no accounting for love. The school girl, miss-goody-two-shoes, barely legal type has always made me drool when nobody’s lookin’. And in this “Staff Only” back room, nobody was lookin’. I gave her a soft lick on her hand and cracked a scraggly tooth smile, the kind that’ll melt any heart. Bingo! I got a scratch behind the ear and a treat. Cardboard crap but I didn’t care. She turns to go. I let out a sharp, short bark, do another little prance when she turns back. She walks up to the cage and scratches my nose. I hate that but I didn’t care.
She goes for good this time. I know it, too. So what’ve I got to lose? I send out a melodic, lonesome howl, like I was try’in to win American Idol on the last note. Didn’t work. She came back holdin’ a cat, sort of like adding watermelon balls to ice cream. I’ll try to remember, though, when she was pure and had no cat dander on her.
