Trauma

Mr B was traumatized yesterday when he had to take the Good Child to Pet Smart to update his shots. Poor Good Child has to go to doggie jail while we have our weekend of fun. He will be VERY depressed when he discovers this. I wonder if there is a happy pill for smart/sensitive furry types...???? .....Sorry! Digression....

Good Child is so happy to be taking a field trip in the car with Mr B that he is bounding all over the cab nearly causing Mr B to sideswipe several old ladies in big cars. He finally parks, gets Good Child on the leash when he is jerked and clawed toward the front door. Where Good Child-without thought to public opinion-takes the dump of the century at the front door. Mr B said it was the most unbelievable heap of nasty..... he has EVER seen. So he cleans it up-of course-while trying not to gag. Once inside the store Mr B is jerked down the fish aisle where Good Child seizes up and vomits the contents of his entire digestive system. And of course Mr B has to clean that up as well while Good Child is clawing his way to the psychotic chihuahua who is barking (tattle-telling) its f'in head off. And that's when his boss calls...while he is dealing with smeared vomit and lunging dog while trying to hold the fish supplies. He finally makes it over to the waiting area, when the receptionist spies Good Child and is so overcome by his cuteness that she baby talks to him in the highest, most exciting voice known to womankind-which causes good child to get so ramped up (and worried that his mama is not with him and that Mr B probably doesn't know what he's doing) that he lifts his leg and pisses a RIVER all over her receptionist desk. People have to move their possessions and animals so Mr B can MOP up this area on his hands and knees while Good Child is lunging and clawing his way toward the timid Boxer who is totally being traumatized by the psychotic chihuahua-who is still barking (tattle-telling) its f'in head off. Finally Mr B takes a seat and feeds Good Child 20 bones while they wait to be seen...

Mr B reports that once home, Good Child took a 4 hour nap and DID NOT MOVE. And when I got home, Good Child was so exhasuted that he could barely wag his tail. Until I asked big kid to get something out of my "car"-which caused Good Child to bound to the front door and dance himself ridiculous at the idea of another field trip. No f'in way...