When I have an interview in the morning?
Let me share what happened tonight with you.
I brought my little bitty 3 pound chihuahua here to Albuquerque with me. She was acting fine tonight...when all of a sudden...she started screaming. Like a baby. Yes, screaming. I couldn't touch her...I couldn't hold her. She kept screaming. and then...she stopped walking. She couldn't get up and walk, or jump down from the couch or the bed. And she is only a baby. Just a little thing.
So, at 9:30 tonight, Jon and I loaded up little Kinzee Faith to go to the emergency vet.
We get there...and I swear to you...it was a miraculous recovery. The vet said that chihuahuas feign injuries a lot...basically...she's a liar liar pants on fire. She was fine. They gave us motrin and sent us on our way.
Now...I'm housesitting for my mother's dogs right now while she and my step-dad are away.
I get home from the vet at 10:45 or so.
I cart Jon off to bed...along with dear little faker Kinzee Faith.
I walk into the kitchen...and notice...an empty bag of torn apart chocolate chip cookies on the floor.
And I knew what had happened. My mother's dog ate a whole bag of chips ahoy.
So, I call my brother, and have him come sit with Jon so that Jon can at least get a few winks of sleep tonight.
And I am once again...off to the emergency vet.
I walk in and the ladies in the front begin to laugh...not only because I am back..but because my mother's dog has done this several times before.
So, they immediately take cookie monster Cori to the back and make her "rid herself" of the cookies.
I wait for her in the room...
As soon as the vet walks into the exam room...he looks straight at me...his jaw drops open...and he begins to laugh.
I said, "Yes, it's me again. The one who has a chihuahua who fakes injuries and a 3 legged dog (my mom's dog only has 3 legs) who can open cookie packages."
Long story short, both Kinzee (the faker) and Cori (the cookie hound) are going to live...$300 later.
As I was leaving...and this is the best part...the vet slips me his card with his number on it. Apparently, he finds me hilarious and cute. So, there was an upside to the night.
Now...good-night. I'm off to sleep some before my interview tomorrow. And to dream about dear Dr. Dugger.