Sasquatch goes all swoony-dog

Sasquatch had an appointment with her physician, the very attractive Dr G. Sas loves Dr G, more than Rolf, more than H or A, more than anyone, except perhaps me. Many dogs are unhappy when they have to see the doctor, but not Sas. It could be because she's never had a serious illness...or any illness at all...and so, has never had to endure a painful treatment. But she has undergone the usual vaccines and pokes that go along with her annual physical, and still, she adores Dr G. I can sort of see it. Dr G. is very soft spoken, reassuring, and gentle. He's a very tall man and I can't help but notice what large feet he has! And if he's not classically handsome, he has a certain appeal to his visage and beautiful, kind blue eyes.





Sas's excitement was apparent as we made our way to Dr G.'s office. She knew where we were going in the same way that she knows when H and A are near. Who knows how she does it; it's enough to know that she does. We had to wait for a time in the outer office. Dr G. was very patiently explaining an injury that a cute little toy fox terrier had suffered to her front leg. He diagnosed a hyper-extended carpus and told the terrier's human that bedrest was important. Well, the human thought that was hysterically funny. Apparently Sas did too as she wagged and twirled in a circle when she heard. Of course, perhaps she was reacting to seeing Dr G. for the first time in a year. The doctor took a few minutes to wash his hands and spray the examination table with disinfectant (he's very hygenic) and then it was our turn. Sas smiled broadly and her eyes sparkled as she walked to the inner office. She was so excited! It took Dr G. and his assistant both to lift her onto the table. (She weighs 67 pounds and probably should think of joining the gym.) She got herself settled on the table then grinned and wiggled with delight as Dr G. asked her how she was, and told her she looked beautiful with her new hairdo (she's quite vain, as I think we've discussed...I cannot imagine where she gets it) and scratched her behind her ears. He rubbed his hand along her back and down her sides and she wagged fiercely. When he turned away to consult her chart, she whimpered a little to get his attention and he did not disappoint...such a good boy! All too soon, it was over. Sas was very quiet on the way home. Perhaps she was reliving the scene in her mind or maybe she was just tired from all that flirting...it can be most exhausting if one is doing it right. In any case, when we got home, she found a spot on the floor for a nap and barely looked up when H and A arrived. She was in a Dr G-induced swoon. She did manage to beat her tail weakly on the floor when H inquired about her health, but her heart wasn't in it. It had been stolen once again by the most captivating Dr G.




The arrival of H and A meant that remodeling noise would commence shortly. First, they have to tune in their radio because music keeps them energized and on task, I guess.

War, children, it's just a shot away

It's just a shot away

It's just a shot away

It's just a shot away

It's just a shot away

I tell you love, sister, it's just a kiss away

It's just a kiss away

It's just a kiss away

It's just a kiss away

It's just a kiss away

Kiss away, kiss away

So, yes, we listened to Gimme Shelter, and I like the Rolling Stones. I do. I prefer not to like them at ear-bleeding volume, but I understand how hard it is to enjoy music over the whine of the table saw and hammering of the...hammer. In any case, the remodeling is moving along apace (a slow pace, is what I mean), but it will be finished one day and if that one day comes before the day that I myself am finished, so much the better. I do love my new floor...well, what there is of it.

--Ina