Yesterday was awful. Up at 7 am to take the strangely energetic fourteen year-old dog for her morning walk. On the way back, twenty feet from our front door, she was attacked by a stray. I screamed. I kicked. She fought. Until the stray's owner, a homeless man, tore them apart.
It was at the vet that I finally started sobbing. Just after I had explained to the secretary that I had just moved to the city. "Welcome to Portland," she said with the perfect mix of empathy and sincerity.
Now the dog is stitched up, stapled up, shaved and drugged. But she's a fighter. Even last night, only hours after surgery, she insisted we walk all the way to the park to do business.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
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6 comments:
Oh man - not the welcome home anyone would like. I'm glad both you and the dog made thru okay.
Welcome back Dr. T.
I'm glad that your dear dog is ok. That must have been very scary.
Congratulations on being in Portland (Finally!).
(Came over from FemaleCSGradStudent)
Aw...poor K. Give her a hug for me would you?
Take care in Portland, T. I miss your snark already as I anticipate the beginning-of-the-semester meetings in GradShitTownVille.
Congrats on moving on to a new life and a new blog! Hope your dog recovers quickly, and you start enjoying the wonderful city of Portland!
Thanks to everyone for their well wishes. The dog is recovering very well. This morning she demanded she go on a walk. It's good to see her getting her energy back.
oh no!!! how is our girl doing now?!?!
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