Some days I just shouldn't get out of bed...

I called the clinic for an update on Deuce this morning. I was told he's eating (he always eats, but I guess it's still a good sign nevertheless), and he pooped overnight...aren't you glad I told you that?!

Anyways, they were going to examine him, but they won't know anything until about 4:00 or 5:00 this afternoon when his vet comes in and looks at the results of his blood test and urinalysis. She said that he's hanging out at the back of his cage and watching them...he's probably terrified. She then went on to say that by all accounts he appears 'fine'. I asked 'has he passed any urine?' and she said 'no', so I said 'then he's not fine if he hasn't peed in 24 hours.' Grr. I know I complain about the clinic, but really they're very good...just some of their workers are a few crayons short of a full Crayola pack.

Since it's supposed to be a nice day again today (minus the rain we're going to get this afternoon), I decided to head out and go for a walk.

I was walking for about 10 minutes when I saw a boy about 10-12 years old taking his dog out for a walk. The dog was obviously trying to do his 'business' and the boy started really tugging on the chain to the point that the dog was almost being dragged.

I ran over to him and said 'you know, your dog is just trying to poop, don't do that.' He said 'oh, I didn't see, I'm sorry.' I said 'you were pulling on the leash with both hands, don't you think he was trying to do *something*?' He again said sorry, and I said 'don't apologize to me, apologize to your dog. If I see you do that to your dog again, I'll tell your parents.'

(I have no idea where the kid lives, but that threat put enough fear into him that he bent down, pet his dog and walked away.)