Yeah -- that didn't work

So after I got settled in and stopped crying over the fact that my puppy was having surgery, I got a phone call from the vet -- they couldn't get a urine sample from her. "Um, did you give her some water?" "No, we'll try that." Duh.

1 hour later, the phone rang again. She still won't potty. "Fine, I'll come out there.: I get back in my car for my second round trip to Sandwich before 10:00 a.m. I got the sample in a matter of minutes. Then I had to part with my baby again. That sucked hard core because this time when they took her, she knew she wasn't coming back for a while.

I get home -- not even 1/2 hour later, the phone rang yet again. "Lia has a bladder infection, again. Do you want us to go ahead and fix her anyway?" "Hell fucking no way on God's green earth!"

Third trip.

She's now the most spoiled and overfed puppy in the world. By the time I got her home, she hadn't had so much as a treat in 18 hours. She got an ice cream cone, two cookies, some Nachews, a sweet potatoe (political statement) chew, a pig ear, a Zuke's dental chew and 4 cups of her regular food -- all since she got home. And, of course, the fancy-shmancy "Pill Pockets" which are a lot like treats (with a pill hidden inside -- mind games on the baby). I wasn't surprised, then, that after 4 handfuls of popcorn, she really didn't want any more.

God I'm like my mother -- all that ails can be fixed with one of two things: 1) Food; 2) A Puppy.