What a day I have had.
Recently, my Beta felt all was not right. It's what she calls her "Miss Clavel" feeling.
After several days of saying, "LB, listen to Pammy breathe. Does it sound a little off on the intake? No, put your head right against her chest and listen. Do you hear that? HOW CAN YOU NOT HEAR THAT?" Beta made an appointment for me to be seen by the veterinarian.
My vet is very close to Omega's school, so I got to ride in the car during drop-off. The young gent who came to the car to retrieve Omega was momentarily struck dumb by my beauty, and then asked, How cute is that? I've learned that's not a question intended to be answered. And yet, there is an answer: forty-seven times cuter than Joan.
At the vet's office, there was a young mastiff who was extremely impressed with his own mastiffness (aren't they all). He was all, "Look at me! I'm a mastiff! I'm a big dog! And I'm going to get even bigger!" and I was all, "How very fascinating for you."
In truth he was not bad-looking, but I could tell that even at his young age he is a Piece of Work. I attribute this to the fact that his accompanying human was clearly neither Alpha nor Beta, and that he was well out of his depth as the Alpha of his own pack. As if to prove my point, he lifted his hind leg and did something unspeakable right there on the linoleum.
I tell you, I just about died. I pride myself on my waiting room manners.
When the vet came in to see me his first thought was that my only-apparent-to-Beta respiratory situation was a result of my ever so slight avoir du poids. However, he listened to my chest with a stethoscope and discovered that indeed -- I have a wheeze which cannot be explained by my physique. After a thorough examination and an x-ray, I was diagnosed with a mild case of bacterial pneumonia.
Beta was beside herself with guilt for not having brought me in the second she suspected all was not right. I am inclined to forgive her, since for the next two weeks I will be having a daily scrap of meat with a chalky undertaste while Joan looks on in envy.
I am generally of the opinion that a little Joanie goes a long way, but I was happy to see her when I came home. I told her all about the debacle in the waiting room. Every now and then one of us thinks mastiff! to the other and we laugh and laugh.