Doin' Good

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Please don't tell Reggi but man, did I sleep good last night without a beagle intertwined around my legs! How do I know this? I didn't get up once to go to the bathroom. I think some of you know what I'm talkin' about! It's a rarity, for sure.

I done good dropping Reggi off at the vet's yesterday morning, then promptly got in the car, shed a few tears, then called Steve for a phone hug. Well, what would you do? I know, you wouldn't have turned around that last time to see Reggi giving you the sad eyes as she was being pulled out of the waiting room on their leash. That dog had the brakes on hard, sitting down, refusing to budge. I hurried out, almost knocking over a lady with her cat in a carrier. So I turned it into one of those - that I was rushing to hold the door open for her. I think she bought it.

The vet called me around 1:00 - surgery went well. She said in addition to the torn ACL, she found another torn muscle. I think. I'm a visual person so I'm sure Dr. Hines will show us the model again today so we'll understand what was done. Anyway, Dr. Campbell said the second thing was an abnormally located muscle, so between the ACL and that, there was bound to be damage at some point and will probably happen with the other knee some day. Without the surgery, arthritis could be a real problem down the road. She called the injury acute and said she was amazed at how well Reggi was getting around.

We pick Reggi up at 4:45 today. I was hoping for more like 2:00 then I could have the afternoon off but this is just as well - I've got lots to do at work, of course. When I say we pick up Reggi, I'm referring to the fact that Steve readily volunteered to go with me to pick her up. Funny, I don't remember anyone volunteering to take her yesterday morning. He had reminded me the other day that I "made" him take her to the vet's when we boarded her there years ago, the time that turned out to be so traumatic for her. Guess it was my turn. I didn't mind very much, really. Reggi is like our kid. There I said it. I would never pawn Simon off on someone else to take him to the doctor.

The weirdest thing happened when I got home from work yesterday. I swear I kept hearing Reggi scratching at the front door to come in. It was all very Edgar Allen Poe around here for a while.

Both cats greeted me at the door. I swear they looked at me, looked at each other and wondered aloud, "Where's the dog? Oh my gosh, she didn't bring that dog home! Where could she be!? Do you think she's gone forever? What happened to her??"

It was probably more like, "You're late! Where's my damn dinner??"