April 25, 2009
I don't know how many of you still watch Greys Anatomy. If not, I don't blame you. After that whole ridiculocity with Denny coming back to life for what felt like the fourteen millionth time, even my loyalty was questioned. On this week's episode there was a sub-plot about this girl who way dying and a father who would do anything to save her. It was awful, the depressing nature of the storyline combined with the stellar acting chops of that child actor left me absolutely sobbing into my pillow. While Dan was not as distraught as I was, it did move him enough to proclaim "Oh my GOD! This is another reason why we are never having children! I couldn't take this!"
So of course I don't tell you this stupid story for nothing.
This morning we had to take Toby to the vet for some routine booster shots. Toby weighed 5.4 pounds...which means he gained .2 pounds in the last two months. Great news! The vet gave him two shots, which is odd because he normally only gets one because of his weight. The second shot did not go over well. With an ear-piercing bird-like screech Toby (who normally handles shots like a champ) almost jumped off the table. For the next fifteen minutes he curled up into my chest in absolutely terror as I tried to make small talk with the vet while simultaneously giving her looks like "what the hell did you do to my dog?"
After we got home Toby seemed fine. Dan and I got ready to head up to the library when Toby just disappeared. We couldn't find him anywhere. We searched the apartment only to find him violently shaking under the futon surrounded by vomit and other bodily functions.
ENTER FULL PANIC MODE.
We freaked out. I was calling doggie hospitals running around while Toby dogged the madness. The hospital thought he was having an allergic reaction to the shots. At this point Toby started getting treated like our 2-year-old son with the chicken pots. We literally moved his bed to the couch in front of the television. Dan threw towels in the drier so we could warm them up and put them in his bed just the way he likes. I fed him with an eye dropper and petted his head ALL DAY LONG
I am happy to report Toby is doing much better. But if we get this upset about our dog, what would do with children?