Last Saturday we went to the vet so I could get updated on my bortadella and giardia vaccines. I need them to get admitted to the Dog Lounge. They’re very strict.
We walked through Kinnear Park and I sniffed out all the crocus and jonquils, along with other scents I can’t discuss on a G-rated journal. Then we went to the dog park.
And on Sunday, my eye started looking a little watery. A greenish dot appeared in the corner. Not a big deal.
“On no. Not another trip to the vet. Maybe it’ll go away…”
But it didn’t. So on Tuesday, bright and early, we traipsed over to the vet. My mom was busy so we hopped a cab. Our vet, Dr Clare Morris of UrbanVet, said, “Awfully red. We’d better do something about this.”
Oh no. That doesn’t sound like I’m getting a treat. Sure enough, I ended up with goop in my eyes.
“Gracie, you are driving me to bankruptcy,” Mom sighed, handing over her credit card one more time.
Actually, I’m just doing my job. If my mom didn’t spend her money on me, who knows what she would do? She’d start drinking. She could get into drugs. Who knows? Maybe she would even buy some new outfits at Nordstrom’s.
OK, my mom falls asleep after half a can of beer. She thinks drugs are boring. Don’t even mention clothes shopping.
But who knows? What else would Mom spend her money on? She hates traveling since 9/11.
So I’ll make sure she’s got a worthy cause. Me.