Trust Betrayed

I had to wait and few days until I attempted to even try and put my thoughts on this subject into any kind of order.

A month ago, my puppy lost her innocence while at Doggy Daycare and had an ‘encounter’ with an intact male. Even though I was assured there wasn’t any intact males there, and I even sent her with protective pants in her little ‘School Bag’

My Vet who has been simply an incredible human being throughout this, told me regardless if she should be pregnant or not we needed to wait a month before she could be spayed.  The owner of the Doggy Daycare went with ‘Ooops’, not so much of an incredible human being.

So Friday rolls around and I drop my ball of fluffiness off for what we are all praying will be a straightforward spay. It never occurred to me that at the pre op appointment I would face the questions of what the Vet should do, should she indeed be pregnant?

I am still beyond pissed that the chance of her being pregnant had even arisen, I truly never stopped a second to consider the ‘What ifs?’
Every day there are thousands of puppies being thrown away, not to mention the bitches euthanized after their puppy bearing years are done. I am so conflicted but my pup isn’t even a year old. She has still a little growing to go, she hasn’t even lost her first tooth. If she were indeed pregnant the Vet couldn’t be 100% sure that she would be able to carry any pups without endangering their lives or hers. I hate that she and I are in this difficult situation through no fault of our own. I decided that I couldn’t take the chance of loosing her before her life had really started. She is my responsibility and I have to safeguard her, no matter what the cost.
I agreed with my vet that should she be pregnant she was still to go ahead with the Spay. I left my fur kid there and had everything crossed that she had dodged that bullet.

My sweet, furry monster was indeed pregnant with three puppies. During the op which had now escalated to be major surgery from routine due to the pregnancy her blood pressured dropped and she had to spend a couple extra hours hooked up with fluids. My heart is broken for so many different reasons. I have to give my little one meds for pain and meds to remove her milk production and help with the rush or hormones that she will have to endure with no longer being pregnant.
I realise that I’ve been thinking of these 3 week old embryos as fluffy little puppies that everyone sees in the adverts is frowned upon and that’s the age old debate, when is life, life?
I know it is the best decision for  my pup, but it is so hard not to anthropomorphise this situation.
Will she know?
Did she know?
Is she going to be the same dog afterwards?
A million questions are bombarding me. I try to fill my day with anything and everything until it’s time to collect her and bring her home.

My little one is put into my arms and nothing else matters. She is very subdued, very quiet but considering the day she has had its only to be expected.  I bundle her into the car and try to make her as comfortable as possible with her blankets and we drive home.

What a night. I know she was getting miffed at me everytime I checked on her through the night. She gave me the equivalent of a puppy eye roll and ‘Mom, chill already’ look.
Hearing her snoring was I think the happiest sound I have heard in a very long time. She slept and I mulled over what had just happened. I think I had envisaged a painful death for the Doggy Daycare owner over a hundred ways before dawn broke. What would she have to say about the pups and now lack of them? My bill had trebled from what it should have been to allow for the additional surgery and meds, fluids etc she needed. I would give anything for any of my animals but shouldn’t this be a cost covered by the Doggy Daycare owner? Did I even want her money?

Facebook Messenger pings and it’s her asking how the patient is? So I share how she had been pregnant, had a major surgery and complications. Her response was one line. ‘I hope she feels better soon’
I shut off the computer and went to check on my snoring monster.  In a weekend my poor furball had major surgery, I plotted the demise of another human being and am not being forced into being the adult, because I have to have a so this is what happened and here’s the bill.

Right now I will nurse my ball of fur back to health. I don’t care about the money, I care about her and any other dog this could happen to. What if she had have been a $5000 Pedigree dog ?
She should have been safe, I can’t imagine if this tale were to get out that it would enhance her Business ratings.

How Do You Score In Bed ?

Anyone with furkids, be it dogs or cats understands the bed rule.
BED RULE:- 1st in gets the best spot, move you lose it

Normally I have no issue with this, I like to think my pack of 4 legged furry people see me as ‘Alpha’ (YEAH RIGHT! I laughed as I typed that too!) So I kinda think I do ok………. what I didn’t factor in was the mutiny when ‘Our’ bed had an additional human added. Anyone who tells you that dogs don’t have strategy, planning meetings are so very, VERY wrong.

   Simple task, cuddling in bed with my beautiful Femme, while watching a Movie, she left to refill the popcorn bowl and returned to a siege of the pace she had previously occupied. This was not going to pretty nor indeed was there any potential outcome where I wasn’t going to piss of one of the warring factions. 

Quickly shooing my lil guys away, invited her back to lay against me, head on my chest to resume the Movie, sighs or so I thought. The little buggers decided to play to their strengths, Cuteness, and crept, crawled and nuzzled up to my sweet Lady, just as I was about to offer a word of caution, it was too late! She adjusted to offer a scratch to a pair of goofy ears, when suddenly 3 dogs jumped over her and into the inch gap she had inadvertently left between us……. Round 1 to all those with tails.

Again I chased all furry butts to the floor, and with my sternest look, while trying not to grin at their puzzle looks. The whole time I’m thinking ‘Movie date Night’ is not shaping up as I had hoped. So the movie moved on, everyone settled and I decided that nibbling on my Babys neck seemed like such a sweet and indeed great idea, and much to my relief she thought so too.  She let a little mew escape her lips, and my heart stopped. Dead. Normally this would drive me on knowing I had found a ‘sweet spot’, but I knew what was going to happen, and they didn’t let me down. 
It started with a low rumble and grew to a high pitched yodel from my smallest pooch. I had made the mistake of encouraging her to talk, and in her mind this mew, was the only encouragement she needed. Within seconds there was a triumphant, rousing howling chorus that any of the Angels would have been impressed with, my Angel alas was not so impressed and my plans for the rest of the evening where slipping like her satin teddy out of my fingers rapidly.

I jumped up, apologizing and corralling furry butts out of the room. I whispered through clenched teeth, ‘C’mon guys cut me a little slack, you know this is your fault I gotta put up the doggy gate’. those pleading eyes looking at me from behind the gate and I faltered for a millisecond, long enough to steal a glance at my Baby who was helping herself out of her clothes and into one of my discarded shirts. Sorry guys, no contest. I made a mental note to take them on a longer walk when the blood returned to my head again.

Blood loss to your brain they tell me, can be euphoric and indeed a little disorientating….which is why I am choosing to believe that the vision I saw when I had stretched myself over my beautiful femme was in fact a hallucination……… Otherwise the scorecards that my dogs where holding up to rate my performance where surely going to take some explaining……

Shake Or Sniff first?

I arrived this morning at my local vets Practice, I even had left enough time to walk my Lil guy just in case the urge to display his manliness overtook him while in the waiting room and he decided to pee again for all to see, he doesn’t seem to care that us humans frown on public urination…… I guess its a dude thing.

We were initially alone in the waiting room, and he was strutting his terrier finest with the  Nurses, I couldn’t help but square my shoulders a lil more and smile at the attention he was receiving and in return so was I (Hey, I’m honest not blind and there’s something about a woman in uniform lol)

This is where my Grandmothers words would ring true,
‘Pride cometh before a fall’
My street credibility was about to nose dive, leaving my Butch swagger in tatters. The door opened and a cute blonde Lab pup sashayed into the room. In true cartoon fashion, my lil guys eyes popped out of his head and it was love at first sight….. Love as in flipping this vision of puppy beauty over onto her back and with adept swiftness, proceed to initially sniff her now exposed genitalia, then that noise. Oh that unique noise,  known to all, spoke of by none THE SLURP……… hangs head

I’m dragging my little guy backwards, wow, who knew how long a dogs tongue really was. He scratching the floor, the not so prude pup is laying on her back, legs spread, her owners and their kids are frozen in abject horror. I was never so happy to have the Vet appear and call our turn, lifting my lil guy, I tried to beat a hasty retreat while apologizing profusely and trying to cover up his throbbing erection, again must be a dude thing. Lol

SO, it occurred to me, if they had shook paws would they have learnt as much about each other? or in deed would she have ended up violated in such a way? Dogs meet and greet by smeling each others butts, then postulating in front of each other, kinda like any gay bar on a friday night, albeit minus the butt sniffing.

If you follow this thought process further the  information dogs glean within 2 sniffs, would normally cost you at least 3 or 4 drinks and a hour or so of your time all in the hope that you might have found an intelligent individual, and not a high maintenance pillow princess or an axe murderer! 

Maybe dogs have the inside track and shaking hands is a redundant form of fact finding communication, I just cant imagine not being punched if I leant over and sniffed an attractive Femmes butt!