Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Grey.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 5.
Tears: No.
Furry Mama has to race the pooch to bed or this is what happens! This was last night, when the pooch won the race, so Baggy negotiated a little bit of mattress for herself.
There is a distinct likelihood that a certain pooch is taking over most of Baggy's life! Hormonal Hannah is being quite difficult again, but her neediness is nothing in comparison to Pepper's. But as they need each other, usually it's not a problem. Unless of course Furry Mama has to leave him. Take this week for instance, Baggy needed to get blood tests done. The Phlebotomist wasn't there on Wednesday when Baggy went to the Doctor's so she had to go yesterday. The hospital is open for blood tests from 8.30am to noon, so Clever Bird had Baggy there at 8.05am so that Furry Mama wouldn't have to leave Pepper alone in Billy Bob Jalopy campervan for too long. As Baggy drove towards the car park, Freda Fretter began to worry that it seemed to be full, then she noticed the queue of twelve people waiting at the door. So Baggy drove straight past and into the Doctor's car park, to turn around. The pooch lost the plot as soon as he realised where he was, obviously panicking that Baggy was going to leave him.
Clever Bird did some quick maths: if each test took five minutes, there would already be an hour wait, plus she'd have to stand in line for twenty-five minutes before she could even go in! Baggy kept driving and took Pepper to the park instead. On the way home, she checked the hospital car park again - still full, so she carried on. Clever Bird decided to take Baggy back at 11.30am, on the basis that it should be quieter by then and it could only take thirty minutes. As soon as Baggy left the pooch he started to bark. Freda started to worry. Baggy said she was there for a blood test.
'I'm sorry, we're not doing any more today as we've been so busy.'
Oh! Baggy left, much to Pepper's relief. Baggy had only been gone for a couple of minutes and Pepper was already highly stressed.
But Baggy needs the tests done, so this morning, after a really bad night's sleep, Furry Mama decided to take the pooch for a run before heading back to the hospital. She arrived at 10.30am and there was one space in the car park. Furry Mama opened all the windows and put the radio on for Pepper, who instantly started barking. Baggy grabbed a number for the queue, went into the waiting room, and counted the fourteen people in front of her. She sat and waited for ten minutes - not one person was called. Freda could hear Pepper barking, so she went out to reception. 'Hi, I just wondered if you might know how long the wait is likely to be?'
After a quick check, she came back and said that it would be at least forty minutes. 'Yap! Yap! Yap!!! Whimper! Yap!' wafted in through the entrance.
'Okay, thank you. Perhaps I'd better try another time, as my dog is getting really stressed. It just seems so busy.'
'Yes sorry, it usually is these days.'
'Yeah, I tried twice yesterday. Trouble is I can't leave my pooch. He's a rescue and he gets really stressed.'
'Well maybe if you tied him up to these rails...' said the lady, pointing to a fence next to a side door to the waiting room.
'Thank you, that's kind, but he'll be just as stressed I'm afraid,' said Furry Mama truthfully, while Freda Fretter knew that she would never leave him tied up on his own anywhere in any case.
'Well, what if you brought him into the office and waited with him there?'
'Really? Are you sure? That would be great.'
So Furry Mama collected a beside-himself pooch and made herself comfy in the office for forty minutes. The lovely lady then went off to get a bowl of water for Pepper, and made a cup of tea for Baggy!! Heaven knows what the people in the waiting room, who were well within earshot, were thinking! When it was Baggy's turn to be stabbed, she left Pepper in the office with the lady, who patted, fussed and reassured him for the few minutes that it took for Baggy to return.
This was the wonderful British National Health Service at its best...........
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