I published my first post at SpouseBUZZ today. I just about threw up in my mouth as I clicked on "Submit."
In the latest Kansas saga (it's always something), she might be knocked up. I use that term because it's not a happy event; the last thing the world needs is more puppies (if you have any doubts, visit your local animal shelter).
She's in heat. And like a good dog owner, I have every intention of getting her spayed. I have it on a list of 1,743 other things I need to get done. Apparently, I should have put it at the top of the list before she went into heat.
I have a fence all the way around my backyard. But when I looked outside on Sunday morning, I saw the neighbor's male dog in our yard. Oh, damn. Apparently, male dogs will do whatever it takes to reach a female dog in heat.
I went over there to tell them to come get their dog, but no one answered the door. I had to leave the house for the 5k, so I convinced myself that if he wasn't neutered, they would have already mated.
When I got back from the marathon, the dog was gone. So I trotted over to the neighbor's house to make sure they got him back. When I nonchalantly asked if he was neutered, she said no ("But he's old. I don't think he could mate," she told me. Oh yeah? If he's so damn old, how the hell did he jump the fence?). ARGH.
So a trip to the vet's office for a canine version of the morning-after pill just frustrated me more. Apparently, my mom was lying and there is no such thing. So to get her fixed? $278. Absolutely ridiculous. Needless to say, I'll be shopping around. I think I have the most expensive vet in the state of Texas.