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Morgana and the Four Piddle Pee Device
Yesterday, I took the girls to the vet for their annuals. This involved me raising the girls from their slumber at a much earlier hour than they prefer (spoiled rotten?) and escorting them into the back yard to try to coax fecal samples from them. Romantic, yes?
It took me two tries for Aldina and four for Morgana. Between each shuttling outside, they both ran off and rejoined G in bed. *rolls eyes* By the time we actually piled into the car for the dreaded vet appointment, we had done nothing but vacate our internal organs. This made for fun when the vet tech tried to persuade Morgana to give a urine sample for her tests. There was simply nothing left. As I was leaving the exam room to check out, the tech handed me a sample cup as tall as Morgana’s whole back leg and instructed me to return with some urine within two weeks.
I hustled the puppies into the car and returned to the front desk to pay. While she was entering data, I was fingering the cup in my coat pocket. I pulled it out and examined it, realizing as I did so, that the physics just weren’t going to work. There was no way I could jam a cup that tall under my tiny little girl’s legs as she was peeing. No way. I mused this to the receptionist and she paused to think. She quickly decided to call the tech back who then returned with a device they made for just such purposes. They had rigged a long metal arm with a cup holder on the base where a little cut off cup was wedged into medical tape. The idea was to walk behind the pup and shove the little cup beneath to catch the spoils. Excellent. I can do this.
I returned home, locked the doggie door to the back yard and set about encouraging Gana to be thirsty by giving her biscuits and chasing her around the house throwing toys. A few hours later, I grabbed her and took her into the front yard where I planned to walk her along the sidewalk until she produced. I was armed with my pee cup device and the green topped sample cup wearing a floppy hat, scarf and bloomers. We made quite a sight, I assure you. A pretty little puppy being followed by the Crazy Dog Lady who unceremoniously shoved a pee cup under each piddle attempt. There were four piddles and, after each one, I opened the jar and transferred the results into the main pee cup. Crazy Dog Lady. For all to see on the main street of downtown Eugene. Piddle collecting Crazy Dog Lady. That’s me.
Ah well. I love my girls that much. Plus, it must have been a humorous oddity for those stopped at the traffic light to watch. I’m here to entertain.
Yesterday, I took the girls to the vet for their annuals. This involved me raising the girls from their slumber at a much earlier hour than they prefer (spoiled rotten?) and escorting them into the back yard to try to coax fecal samples from them. Romantic, yes?
It took me two tries for Aldina and four for Morgana. Between each shuttling outside, they both ran off and rejoined G in bed. *rolls eyes* By the time we actually piled into the car for the dreaded vet appointment, we had done nothing but vacate our internal organs. This made for fun when the vet tech tried to persuade Morgana to give a urine sample for her tests. There was simply nothing left. As I was leaving the exam room to check out, the tech handed me a sample cup as tall as Morgana’s whole back leg and instructed me to return with some urine within two weeks.
I hustled the puppies into the car and returned to the front desk to pay. While she was entering data, I was fingering the cup in my coat pocket. I pulled it out and examined it, realizing as I did so, that the physics just weren’t going to work. There was no way I could jam a cup that tall under my tiny little girl’s legs as she was peeing. No way. I mused this to the receptionist and she paused to think. She quickly decided to call the tech back who then returned with a device they made for just such purposes. They had rigged a long metal arm with a cup holder on the base where a little cut off cup was wedged into medical tape. The idea was to walk behind the pup and shove the little cup beneath to catch the spoils. Excellent. I can do this.
I returned home, locked the doggie door to the back yard and set about encouraging Gana to be thirsty by giving her biscuits and chasing her around the house throwing toys. A few hours later, I grabbed her and took her into the front yard where I planned to walk her along the sidewalk until she produced. I was armed with my pee cup device and the green topped sample cup wearing a floppy hat, scarf and bloomers. We made quite a sight, I assure you. A pretty little puppy being followed by the Crazy Dog Lady who unceremoniously shoved a pee cup under each piddle attempt. There were four piddles and, after each one, I opened the jar and transferred the results into the main pee cup. Crazy Dog Lady. For all to see on the main street of downtown Eugene. Piddle collecting Crazy Dog Lady. That’s me.
Ah well. I love my girls that much. Plus, it must have been a humorous oddity for those stopped at the traffic light to watch. I’m here to entertain.
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No, I didn't ask for the tupperware back. :)
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I'm disappointed G didn't get Video. You might've won the 10k prize!