Something strange happened yesterday.
On Tuesday, I had to go out. I put on shoes and Penny started bouncing around the place. She knows the signs of an impending adventure. I got my shopping bag [I’m not proud] and finally put Penny’s harness on. We went out the back door and Penny happily led the way to the car. I opened the car door and she took a flying leap onto the back seat. We had our walk and of course ended up at the coffee shop where I had my coffee and Penny got a huge fuss made of her and a feed of chicken.
Yesterday I put my shoes on. Penny showed some interest but didn’t seem that pushed. I got my shopping bag [did I say I’m not proud?] and put Penny’s harness on. This time she followed me slowly out to the car. I opened the car door. Penny looked at it for a moment and then turned tail and trotted back around the house to the back door. To say this was unusual would be an wild understatement. No amount of pleading would persuade her back to the car. In the end I had to fetch her lead and then drag her unwillingly to the car where I finally coaxed her to jump in.
How in the name of fuck did she know we had an appointment with the vet?
We arrived and parked at the vet’s place and when I opened the car door Penny made a dash for the gate. Luckily her lead was still attached. I managed to drag her back but couldn’t get her through the door to the surgery. The vet came out to see what the delay was and tried to entice her in with some treats. Penny loves treats. This time she just spat them out and attempted to make a run for freedom again. I had to slide her into the surgery in the end. She had her annual checkup and her booster shots and all was fine. We went home again.
But the question still remains.
How did Penny know about the vet before we even left the house?
It’s obvious: she’s been reading your mail and/or checking your phone. She needs a refresher course on social etiquette.
Damnit! I did get a text reminder the day before so she must have read that when my back was turned. Bitch! No matter. I’ll forward the bill to her email account.
It recalls Billy Connolly’s version of the Country and Western song D-I-V-O-R-C-E
Our little dog is six years old, and he’s smart as any damn kid.
But when you mention the V.E.T. he damn near flips his lid.
Words like S.H.O.T. shot or W.O.R.M. worm,
These are words which make him S.Q.U.I.R.M. squirm.
His Q.U.A.R.A.N.T.I.N.E starts today,
Because he bit the V.E.T. and then he ran away.
He caused me and my wife to have a big fight, and then, both of them bit me.
And that’s why I am gonnae get a D.I.V.O.R.C.E.
She shouted “get him Rover, ” and he jumped over, and bit my L.E.G.
She sank her teeth in my B.U.M. and called me an effin’ C.
Well I’m telling you, that was my cue, to get O.F.F.-ski
And I’m going down to the town tonight to get a new B.I.R.D.
Oh yes his Q.U.A.R.A.N.T.I.N.E starts today.
Both my wife and my wee scabby dug will soon be hauled away.
That’s why I spell out all these words, so as my dog can’t hear.
Oh I must admit that dog is acting Q.U.E.R. queer.
Yep there are, can smell a Vet visit a mile off. N kitties as well.
Dogs are smart. If you have regular visits to a place and then you change that routine they wonder why. I would guess the next place is the vet.
or maybe she is reading your mail. I’ve seen Cats and Dogs.
The strange thing is that there was no change to the routine. She shouldn’t have become suspicious until I had failed to stop in the village.
Ooops. Can you delete this one please.
From your surreptitious and overly non-furtive manner of course.
Moi? I am the epitome of calm and benevolence. I radiate tranquillity.
Yes, you do I feel it clear over here on the west coast of the US of A.
This is amazing! Can you give me the lottery numbers for the next drawing?