Boinks

Figure out how you’re going to get your precious bundle of morphine-addled, newly zippered, in pain and freaked out because “ACK! NO LEG!” pup home from the vet hospital after amputation BEFORE you go to pick her up.

We have a 2-door hatchback and a large Saint that does not like car rides to begin with. The hospital folk were very kind to use a nifty doggie stretcher to get her in through the hatchback… and then we had a fairly uneventful 40-minute drive until we got home.

The sudden disappearance of several helpful, trained vet techs to maneuver her out of the vehicle left us slack-jawed and puzzled at how we could have overlooked this crucial piece of information.

Lifting her out of the hatchback… We couldn’t get a blanket under her, and her zipper was oozing fluid and we were scared we’d do something to cause it to rip wide open and then….oh hey, look, bunnies.

To make matters more unpleasant, it was 95 degrees and the sun was beating down. Boinks’ daddy was, uh, frustrated with mommy. Boinks’ mom was cheerfully and cleverly suggesting all kinds of ways daddy could *just lift her out*…like a chihuahua.

Out through the door… Daddy finally managed to get her out by half dragging, half pulling her stubborn, furry dog butt out the side door, but it was not without a yelp or two. Mommy was horrified by it all and clucking like a chicken on meth.

Minus 50 pts for lack of planning.