Come on, Vogue!

As you can see, our little Missy has the tres kewl *Elizabethan Collar* thing happening...at a mere $1991.97, I might add. She did not do well the past few days. In fact, I was home for lunch on Monday (no fire this time) and it was actually a bit of a *situation*. Ya, go figure...in MY life. The poor Miss was very shakey when I got home. I held her and talked to her and kissed her to make it all better...but it was not better. When I was getting ready to go back to work, she would not stop shaking. I picked her up and told her to be very very strong. Mommy would be home soon and we could all share cocktails. This did not work. I ended up in tears, pleading with her to stop clinging to me like a frightened child. (Again, let's just be thankful I don't have kids) Finally, I scooped up my purse and marched out of the Motel 6. Poor Mr. P, our other dog who seems to have no health-related issues was left in the dust. I was taking Missy to work, dammit. How could I leave her in that state? To make a long story short (ya right), Missy sat on my lap, clinging to me the entire time, at work while I frantically phoned the vet to say, "What the hell? I just spent $2K on this dog to make her FEEL BETTER and she is a FUCKING MESS." Yep, got an appointment right away. The vet HERE got on the phone with the vet THERE (at Purdue U in Lafayette) to discuss the Missy Mess. The meeting concluded with a perscription for a major painkiller. Can I get things done or what??? After getting Missy home and administrating the pain killer-tab, our clingy, very expensive, in-pain, fabulous bionic dog fell into a blissful sleep. Needless to say, I was holding her when she fell asleep and her *Elizabethan Collar* ended up smushed against my chest in such a way that I kind of looked like Madonna in that Vogue video.

Missy, I am glad you are feeling better and you are able to sleep. I am also glad you, in return, gave me big pointy boobs for a few hours. Love you, Miss... :)