Stabbed.

Or rather, jabbed.

I was at the vet this morning with my totally spastic Pug for her annual physical. In the commotion of having three people attempting to settle the little spaz-mo onto the steel table so the doctor could do her thing, said doctor plunged the needle, not into the furry beast, but me! I didn't know it was a clean needle, rather than one filled with some dog vaccine until the doctor started talking to the dog, in baby talk no less, that "luckily it was a clean needle" and "I don't think mommy liked that".

My dog is okay. She's kind of cute in a I've-stolen-Winston-Churchill's-face kind of way. And she actually seems rather smart, for a designer dog who snorts constantly and looks earnestly and quizzically at you when you say "NO - Get down from the Noguchi Table, you beast!" However, under no circumstances do I wish to be referred to as her "mommy". As if the stabbing weren't insulting enough.

For a mere $276.36 and an errant poke with a needle, I found out that Izzy "looked great" by the way (and the doctor hasn't even seen her in her boa). A small price to pay for the hours of dress up afforded to the small human in the family for whom I wear the name "mommy" happily.


Comments

MP said…
Brilliant writing!
Lynne said…
Hey! Are you making fun of me? You know I've had a traumatic day - with the stabbing and all!
Anonymous said…
Can't take a sincere compliment, can you? ;)

I told you once that your writing "voice" did not sound like your "real" voice - the witty, sarcastic, acerbic, crunchy-on-the-outside-soft-on-the-inside Lynne that we adults love and the children fear. I don't know what you have been doing, but I am really enjoying your writing now. It is you.

So there. Brilliant writing, I'll say once again ;)

- manoj
Lynne said…
Of course it's me! But it's all me, even the dry stuff. But I appreciate your comment - particularly the part about scaring the children. And you know I mean that.

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