Oh, The Donkey.
So many antics from one canine being.
She's healing up fine from both being spayed, and her little abnormal thumbs being removed, but it was time for a check up anyway.
The vet had told us he'd never seen anything like her before.
That she was a drama queen after her surgery and wouldn't move.
Well, you should have seen the drama in returning for a check up.
There she was, enjoying herself on our drive to Sosúa to see Dr. Bob.
Head hanging out the window, sometimes, trying desperately to get her head out MY window, which was troublesome, as I was the one driving.
I drive illegally now without any care in the world, but that still doesn't mean I want to go killing anyone on the road because The Donkey has chosen MY window to drool out of.
However, when we turned onto the rocky road that leads to the vet, all sense of 'fun' went out the window.
Quite literally.
Suddenly, she whimpered, both paws were out the back seat window, followed by her mammoth body.
I then saw her roll a few times on the ground and I wasn't sure if maybe, perhaps, I'd driven over her legs!
Good thing we were at the right place for broken legs if the problem arose!
I stopped the car in drive with the emergency brake on, not really realizing it, and jumped out to chase her as she was galloping back home.
On the main street.
Where we see at least one dead dog a day now.
Or cat.
Or horse.
But there she was, "Goin' home! Nope! You can't make me go back there!"
Fortunately for me, she loves me enough that when I call, she can't resist the cuddles and she came back, I snapped that leash on and in we went to Dr. Bob.
When I told him of her buffoonery and that he should check her body out for troubles, his reaction was not what I expected, "I'm so offended! Why wouldn't you want to see me?" he asked her.
I almost asked him if he was from the west coast of Canada and upper U.S., where people seem to be personally offended at the change in weather, never mind someone speaking openly and honestly about their feelings.
Oh, don't get me off track on that one. I'll be here all day bitching.
Back to The Donkey.
Last night, I brought in some small stairs for Sir Bark-A-Lot and Jake-a-Like, so that they could get up to the bed with ease.
Actually, they made it easier for ME to get into the bed too.
Turns out, they also made it easier for The Donkey at 5 a.m., when she decided to go against the rule and hop on top as well.
Both Papi and I looked at what was happening, then merely shrugged our shoulders and went back to sleep.
Well, TRIED to go back to sleep.
Have you ever tried sleeping with a donkey in the bed?
Then I was supposed to drive Our Fave's Mom and the Little Angel to the doctor at 8 a.m.
Needless to say, I am quite tired and am going back to sleep, even though I've driven people around after having had my coffee.
This time, The Donkey is on the floor.
With the other cretins who are too big for the bed.
I've informed all the children in the neighbourhood that I will not be around, because I'm going to be sleeping.
Still, it probably won't stop them from yelling at my gate.
It's yet ANOTHER day of fiesta in this country, where we can't keep up with all the 'days off' everyone gets.
No school for the kids and they'll be coming the the Hector-Brown Amusement Park for sure.
My earplugs are firmly placed in both ears.
So many antics from one canine being.
She's healing up fine from both being spayed, and her little abnormal thumbs being removed, but it was time for a check up anyway.
The vet had told us he'd never seen anything like her before.
That she was a drama queen after her surgery and wouldn't move.
Well, you should have seen the drama in returning for a check up.
There she was, enjoying herself on our drive to Sosúa to see Dr. Bob.
Head hanging out the window, sometimes, trying desperately to get her head out MY window, which was troublesome, as I was the one driving.
I drive illegally now without any care in the world, but that still doesn't mean I want to go killing anyone on the road because The Donkey has chosen MY window to drool out of.
However, when we turned onto the rocky road that leads to the vet, all sense of 'fun' went out the window.
Quite literally.
Suddenly, she whimpered, both paws were out the back seat window, followed by her mammoth body.
I then saw her roll a few times on the ground and I wasn't sure if maybe, perhaps, I'd driven over her legs!
Good thing we were at the right place for broken legs if the problem arose!
I stopped the car in drive with the emergency brake on, not really realizing it, and jumped out to chase her as she was galloping back home.
On the main street.
Where we see at least one dead dog a day now.
Or cat.
Or horse.
But there she was, "Goin' home! Nope! You can't make me go back there!"
Fortunately for me, she loves me enough that when I call, she can't resist the cuddles and she came back, I snapped that leash on and in we went to Dr. Bob.
When I told him of her buffoonery and that he should check her body out for troubles, his reaction was not what I expected, "I'm so offended! Why wouldn't you want to see me?" he asked her.
I almost asked him if he was from the west coast of Canada and upper U.S., where people seem to be personally offended at the change in weather, never mind someone speaking openly and honestly about their feelings.
Oh, don't get me off track on that one. I'll be here all day bitching.
Back to The Donkey.
Last night, I brought in some small stairs for Sir Bark-A-Lot and Jake-a-Like, so that they could get up to the bed with ease.
Actually, they made it easier for ME to get into the bed too.
Turns out, they also made it easier for The Donkey at 5 a.m., when she decided to go against the rule and hop on top as well.
Both Papi and I looked at what was happening, then merely shrugged our shoulders and went back to sleep.
Well, TRIED to go back to sleep.
Have you ever tried sleeping with a donkey in the bed?
Then I was supposed to drive Our Fave's Mom and the Little Angel to the doctor at 8 a.m.
Needless to say, I am quite tired and am going back to sleep, even though I've driven people around after having had my coffee.
This time, The Donkey is on the floor.
With the other cretins who are too big for the bed.
I've informed all the children in the neighbourhood that I will not be around, because I'm going to be sleeping.
Still, it probably won't stop them from yelling at my gate.
It's yet ANOTHER day of fiesta in this country, where we can't keep up with all the 'days off' everyone gets.
No school for the kids and they'll be coming the the Hector-Brown Amusement Park for sure.
My earplugs are firmly placed in both ears.
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