This morning started out a little rough…
It was raining out, but I needed to load Natalie into the car for a little trip. So I walked her in the rain for only a brief moment, long enough for her to tinkle, then I hustled her into the back of my car.
Then we began driving, she whimpered. I assured her that everything was okay, she whimpered again. The usually silent dog actually barked. My assumption, she is just confused and nervous in the car.
Then the smell… OH NO. Natalie pooped in my car.
It’s my fault. She tried to tell me and I chose to ignore her cries.
When Natalie and I arrived at our destination, I cleaned her mess and walked her into the office. This is where my trying day began. I had to drop off my new little baby girl to be spayed and to have dental work done on her sad little teeth. Did I tell you that the vet said that it looked like she had probably starved at some point and had eaten dirt to fill her growling belly? That apparently takes a toll on a little Basset Hound’s teeth.
As the vet tech began walking away with my little toe-licker, I had a moment where I wanted to change my mind. Maybe she didn’t really need this surgery, maybe another day would be better. A day where I hadn’t embarrassed her by making her poop in the back of my car. A day when my husband could have carried her to the vet instead of me!
And then our little uniform warmer did something I’ve never had happen to me before as I dropped off an animal at the vet…She began to cry. Howling and pulling on her leash to get to me.
It made me contemplate how many times she must have been left before. How many times she’s wondered if her care-giver was coming back. I worry that she didn’t understand me when I said I’d be back tomorrow.
Now that baby, who likes to sprawl out on her belly, is sleeping in a cage. She’s sore after her surgery and wondering what in the world has happened to her. She is doped up and drowsy and probably really ready to come home.
I wonder if my waddley, big eared Basset is missing her brothers.
I can assure you that Nash misses her. All he’s done is mope around all day.
And quite honestly…that’s all I’ve done too.