Dieudone so far

On Wednesday night,we had to take Dieudone to KJ,our vet.Since the clinic was only a couple of blocks away,we decided to walk over,as parking can be a bitch in this area at night.

The walk over was not too bad,except that the cheap cat carrier I had bought months ago was too small for Dieudone,and she was quite cramped in there,but Vincent kept her in his arms.

When we arrived at the clinic,there were a couple of kuttenlikkertjes (as Vincent calls these little yapping rats/dogs) yapping away,and this blonde bimbo with an awful voice was yapping away,so Dieudone was quite annoyed and upset.

Luckily we were seen quite quickly by KJ...She truly is a wonderful person,she hugged us and then said...:" Oh my..that is a pretty nasty wound on Dieudone..."

Not something my poor husband wanted to hear!

She gave Dieudone an antibiotic injection against infection.told us the wound would get worse before it got better,Dieudone would have to wear the collar for at least a couple of weeks,and to keep doing what we were doing....Oh and Dieudone was also diagnosed with a heart murmur...

All this time,I had been sitting on a stool with roller wheels on it...and I got so nervous and upset,that I fell off the rolling stool,flipping it in the air,and I landed on my ass....Thank Budha we were in KJ's office and not some unknown vet!

We made an appointment for next Wednesday,and we were on our way home...except...

It was now snowing...Vincent and I were upset because we had caused Dieudone all this pain,so Vincent,in trying to get home started running,and told me to keep up,as I had the keys...and Dieudone feeling the nervousness in her parents,started to yelp and tried to get out of the carrier,which was getting very small for her...

So here we are,huffing and puffing,trying to gasp for air,whilst holding a 15pound puddy in our arms...of course the elevator was not on the ground floor,so now Vincent is running (well..huffing and gasping ) up the stairs,I am on all fours,trying to keep up,thinking...oh my god,our puddies are going to be orphans,as both their parents have died in the stairwell of heart attacks...

We make it up to the apartment,release Dieudone from her torture device,I rip off all my clothes ,as I am sweating from every pore and orifice on my body,and Vincent is just sitting on the couch,murmuring that he must get back to the gym...

All in all...a typical Wednesday night in Huisje Hos....!