Duchess, AKA THE DRAMA QUEEN, returned home last night from her previous night’s stay in the doggie hospital. I’ve only had one sleepover in a doggie hospital myself and that was when my people had me fixed (though I still contend I was not broken.) The first thing I wanted to do when I got home was sleep, which I had to do standing up. The first thing Duchess wanted to do was have Wes give her a bath. “I’m so filthy,” she said. “I had to sleep in a cage that other dogs have slept in. A cage! I didn’t even have my own bed. Please wash this filth off me.” After her bath, she briefly showed us her leg where they shaved her and put an IV in her. Then she pretty much crashed. We overheard Wes and Cheryl talking about what the V.E.T. said. There was something about feeding her baby food, a scope thingy going down her throat, her intestines look puffy, her belly being distended, waiting for biopsy results and that she might throw up and have the squirts all night long. “Wonder who will stay up on Duchess watch through the night?” Lexie asked. We heard Wes agree to sleep on the couch and confine Duchess to the kitchen so, if need be, it would be easier to clean up. Luckily for Wes there were no such incidents in the evening so Duchess got to sleep in her bed in the people’s bedroom, the floor of which was lined wall to wall with absorbent puppy pads. “Just in case there are any accidents,” Cheryl said. This morning Duchess woke up on the right side of the doggie bed and her only complaint was she was hungry. She and Lexie performed their morning ritual of Lexie swatting at Duchess and Duchess nipping at Lexie’s ear. As usual, I stayed clear of them and enjoyed a whole bowl full of dog food as Duchess is still banned from eating out of my bowl and I’ve learned to keep Lexie out by eating every bite before she gets done with her bowl. Well, we are all off to take a nap. Recovering from Duchess’ dramas has drained us all.
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