Monday, March 21, 2011

holy shit.

My poor dog. She got into the car thinking she was on her way to her usual nice run on the beach. Instead she ended up drugged, raped and covered in her own poo in a trailer.

In other words, we went to the vet. According to him, her chewing at her feet is because of a problem in her ass. Her anal glands, to be specific. To be able to get anywhere even near her he had to sedate her, cause lordy knows my dog can look mean and threatening when she wants to. So he gave her a shot and shoved a finger up her ass, whereupon shit sprayed out faster than you can say assmuffin. Since she was sedated we had to carry her back to the car afterwards, shit dropping from her ass, onto Oscars shoes, Oscars jacket, inside my mom's car and later, in the livingroom. It was the exact opposite of glorious.
Once she was semi-awake, Oscar and I emptied the bathroom and got her and us into the shower, shit-covered dog first. Oscar held her and I cleaned her, and then we proceeded to clean ourselves with her being a miserable pile of wet, newly raped dog in a corner. After that we still had a shitload (heh) of house cleaning to do. Took Tilda a long time to recover. Long day for all of us.

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