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To: Molly Pitcher

It is better. Mostly.

But yesterday I woke with a whopper of a migraine. I don’t know if it was the meds I took or if it was the headache itself, but that put me asleep until about 2:30 yesterday afternoon. The moments I did wake were intensely pain-filled.

The rest of the day was half-awake, half-zonkered.

Today has been normal.

Monday we had our little Moonshine spayed. She’s a bit old for it but since her brother has the better genes, she was the candidate.

But to make the surgery a little more trickey, she went into heat on Friday. And we do not have a modern surgery with heart monitors and breathing aparatus. This was anesthetize the dog, slice, snip and tug.

But before that, the vet had given me some meds to make her sleepy. I was to give them to her at 7. I did. At 7:05 she threw them all up. Yuck.

I cleaned up the mess, recovered the pills and poked them back down her gullet.

3 minutes later I repeated the process. Fortunately, for my stomach, the pills stayed down this time.

Then hubby and I waited for the pills to take effect. Then, we put her in a big zippered bag to take to the clinic which is at the school. Remember, our mode of transportation is on motorcycles. Yes, that’s right. Hubby drove the bike, I sat behind him holding the bag with the dog. She was quiet so I let her poke her head out of the bag. She was very quiet. No movement at all.

Until we got to the one red light in town. And things got noisy.

And she got scared.

The light changed and we moved on. But she was still upset. And she got more upset. Then, she bit my leg. Ouch.

We waited in line to turn onto the school road. Finally we made that turn. By now she was winning. “Stop this bike. I must get off.”

I get off the bike just in time to regain control. I shoved her head back down in the bag and quickly zipped it. She is really mad. So she tried to bite my arm.

I locate her head again and we take off up the hill to the school. We get to school. I jump off the bike and ease the bag with Moonshine onto the sidewalk. I speak soothingly to her and pet her. Then I slowly unzip the bag. She pokes her head out and glares at me.

But since she’s not on the bike and the pills are still working she doesn’t move.

More in a bit.


83 posted on 05/23/2007 4:20:19 AM PDT by Jemian (PAM of JT ~~ "There is no honor for the man who runs from battle." Spc. Josh Lott)
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To: Jemian

Uh oh....


85 posted on 05/23/2007 4:23:35 AM PDT by Molly Pitcher (We are Americans...the sons and daughters of liberty...*.from FReeper the Real fifi*))
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