This morning we were gracefully awoken to the sound of birds chirping and my roof being ripped to pieces (we had some hail damage earlier this spring). We knew they were coming but the snooze button kept calling and I told boy no one is ever on time. Guess what?... they were. At 8 am I was convinced 50 elephants where walking on it. By 9 a high school marching band had joined the elephants, but by 11 I became convinced the sky is falling and the pounding in my head will never cease.
It's noon and the workers are at lunch, which means I'm basking in the glorious sound of silence. I could cry it's so beautiful right now.
I knew it would be a noisy day and pug would be a mess so I enrolled him in a day of doggie daycare thinking it would be fun for him and then maybe he'd return exhausted. He's never been to doggie daycare before and now I know why when I saw what this is going to cost. So, I call to "enroll" him yesterday and the lady gets my information and tells me to bring a copy of his recent vaccinations. I also get the low down on all the days activities. Halfway through the converstation I had to double to check and make sure that we were still discussing dog daycare and not real child daycare because my dog has on occassion eaten his own poop and lived to tell about it so consistent supervision isn't completely necessary.
This morning boy took pug along with his shot records. 20 minutes later I get a phone call from boy.
"They won't let him into daycare"
"He has to have the bortedella shot every 6 months instead of every 12"
"But the vet has always told me every year and they never mentioned that on the phone"
"Well they want every 6, but they'll keep him he just can't play with any other dogs".
Oh brother, I can't even successfully get my dog into daycare. I'm going to have to call the vet and see why were getting shorted a shot though.
I am surprised I didn't have to write an essay along with his application.
Well, lunch is over.