our little guy.

i'm currently sitting in the vets office waiting for our little guy to go through some major tests (read: major $). only in dupont could they have internet available to the nervous waiting parents of sick and infirmed animals.

we don't know what's wrong with our little guy. he's been kinda run down lately (well, by tucker standards at least). his breathing is a little scary at times. he randomly vomits at all hours of the day. he has massive spasms while sleeping (they may be dream spasms, though). he barks for no apparent reason. he's just not a-ok like usual.

so here i am in the waiting area. waiting. waiting some more. his appointment was at 1300 hrs. it's now 1345. he's in with the doctor. he doesn't like this doctor very much. his old doctor in lafayette was not only the best in town, but the hottest lesbian too. all the dykes took their animals to her because 1) she was the best and b) again, she was smokin' hot. while tuck may not like his new doctor 100%, i at least am able to talk to this one without stammering (really hot girls used to make me nervous).

at tucker's old vet office they had this white 3-legged cat. he was totally in love with this cat. he'd stand up and put his paws on the counter and let the cat lick his paws. it was adorably cute. when tuck had to stay overnight at the vets once, they let the cat sleep next to tuckers cage so tuck wouldn't be scared. they also gave tucker lots of treats and made him feel really special. here? i'm not so sure about. although they do seem to know what they're doing.

we went to visit the jew prior to our vet appointment today. she came out to the car and said hi to the little guy. over the roof of the car i said "what if i have to put him to sleep?" she got this look on her face that i can't explain. anyone that knows the jew knows the look i'm talking about. she squints her eyes, opens & closes her mouth a few times trying to find the words she's looking for, looks to the left, looks down, shakes her head slightly. repeats the process. after a moment she stopped, squinted again, looked me in the eyes and said:

"[the ruskie] and i would probably have to kill you in your sleep."

she said it with that smile she does when she's trying to play it off like she's joking. i firmly believe she could and would do this though. the ruskie i'm not so sure about. that would require her actually getting up from the dining room table.

it's now 1352. my little guy just got put back in his room. let's see how this goes. and if you don't see anymore blogs from me? know that it wasn't good news and that the jew killed me in my sleep.