Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Booties

Dear Jenny understandably reluctant to leave lobby of building (temperature allegedly 20 degrees) but am tired of carrying her the one block to park so pull on her leash firmly. She begins to wheeze in very alarming way. Worried, take her back upstairs. Dave also concerned, but in bed, says, what did you do? Don't like his tone. Think of several sharp responses. Jenny still wheezing. Dave says, We'd better Take her to the Vet. Jenny has stopped wheezing and is settling down onto her bed. Dave says, She Must Really be Sick if she wants to go back to bed. Jenny sighs in what to me seems contented way, tucks nose under leg. Looks very surprised when Dave wraps her in blanket and we take care service to vet. Call office from outside vet's office. The contessa sympathetic. Makes Hmm noise. Says that maybe Jenny needs a coat. Say briskly, Jenny is a dog. She has a coat. The Contessa says, Yes, but she can't Layer. When go back into lobby, Jenny wheezing again. Feel guilty for doubting her. Get taken into examination room. Vet unconcerned in maddening way of all doctors everywhere. Says he can't find anything wrong. Has she been under any stress? Say, She doesn't seem to like to touch her feet to the pavement. Glare at her. She yawns in extremely cute way, which charms the vet. On vet's suggestion, go to pet store. Purchase fleece coat and booties for enourmous amount of money. Do not think that Jenny will look dignified at all, but when take on experimental walk, she prances on sidewalk.

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