So with Momma always busy with let-the-cats-in, let-the-cats-out, when does she get time to meet my expectations and requirements? I am the Alpha, the Omega, the Ultimate Earth Dog, according to my Naturopath, worrying about everyone and everything I come in to contact with. It is a job tailor-made for a puppy with dog-a–tude. For example, when all else fails, I will go on record to say that my powers of healing literally hauled Itty-Bitty Baby back to the world of the living, although science will never recognize my highly unsubstantiated talents and ability.
And I tell you, I got to put up with a lot because my ears hear the butterflies flapping their wings in flight from Africa. So I know, I know what those squirrels in the trees, the feral cats over at the colony or the people in the neighborhood, are up to. Then I have to keep track of our cats, three at present but there is no trusting Momma, could be five or six – once it was seven – Gasp! Seven?
Please don’t give me another worry by reporting us to the City who will call Animal Control, who will dutifully come to deliver a half-hearted, wink-wink admonishment because if Momma won’t help those poor cats, they will end up at their over crowded shelter. Just thank God there are no dog colonies around here because I don’t want to share my food, my water, my toys, my pillows, my Momma or my Wonder Boy. They are mine, mine, mine.
Now, get down to business, what do you look like, you ask – big hang up of Masters and their families – almost like a puppy’s looks are a reflection of the families’ beauty, so to speak. I am Havanese, Diva material…. A Sable-Irish Pied for those in the know and or a White shirt and paws, Sable (Gold/Silver Grey with Black Tipped Tan coat) tuxedo – a Havanese with perfect markings, a sturdy little body that floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee – or that was me until I flunked every canine blood and bone marrow test. But hey, nothing that blood transfusions couldn’t put straight, along with taking some gruesome mood altering prescription drugs. When they hit my system, I would no longer eat, I vacuumed, sucking up food or rocks, or twigs, or dirt – like I was fussy. And I was so grouchy and hard to get along with – the cats skittered past me, eyes cast down to avoid confrontation – it is not me, honestly, it was the drugs. Good news – FREE AT LAST – I no longer need medication and I am fit as a fiddle.
So what do you have – something off with my Red Blood Cell Count. How did you know you were sick, you ask? I didn’t, I just was tired, so tired, and no longer wanted to eat. After seeing our Vet, a call came that my Red Blood Cell Count was so low I needed an immediate blood transfusion to survive – but not just anywhere, at an Emergency Clinic for pets in the most dire straights, where each patient has an Emergency Intake Vet assigned, then Specialists according to your condition from Oncologists, to Cardiologists, to Internists, to Neurologists, yeah you get where I am coming from. It would be intimidating if it wasn’t for my pure bred blood – after all most of the clients are from Oakville so….. that means, well, those Mommas and their puppies wear matching diamond and pearl chokers.
However, the good news for the puppies is that they did not have to wear matching killer heels like their Momma’s wear. My Clumsy Mumsy would break her ankle if not her neck. Anyway, who cares about diamond and pearl chokers. Before any serious procedures are done, we are stripped of all hardware so whether you belong to a ‘Real-Housewife of Beverley Hills or Oakville’ or your run of the mill Momma from Jakitaville, same policies and procedures are followed. We are all equal on the gurney, under the powerful LED Operation Lighting System that scrutinizes every detail for the diligent surgeons to consider. I LIKE that!
And so…….after three different clinics…… various medical / specialist vets and one Medical Holistic Vet, all is well…for now… toes crossed…
If it sounds time-consuming, it was…..and if it sounds expensive, ditto…But now I am healthy and earn my keep by entertaining, and protecting Momma.
Mostly I keep those cats in line, all the while, showering Wonder Boy and Momma with love and wet kisses because, well,….
I know which side my bread is buttered on.
