TrogL
TrogL's JournalMolly has been wimpering all night.
We're a dachshund household, one purepred black-and-tan, one foxy-doxy (fox terrier cross) and Molly who we rescued right out of a puppy mill so we're not 100% sure what she is, possibly doxy-Scotch/Yorkshire terrier. She was a breeder, had had a number of litters and the mill operator said take her or or she's toast tomorrow. She was one of four or five dogs we got out on that occasion and more earlier. We're trying to get the place shut down. The dogs are outdoors all the time, and stored in pens most of the time.
I was actually surprised when we got her home to introduce her to the pack that she fit right in. First thing she did was run into the kitchen and squat on a pee pad so she knew her house training. Pretty soon she was romping with the foxy-doxy (the other is too old and fragile). We did notice, however, that she does a lot of crying to the point where the hair around her eyes is constantly matted with crud. We had her checked and there's no infections.
She hates the night and cuddles up on the bed, but always at our feet. She lays there and occasionally shivers and barks at the slightest noise.
On Saturday, we took her for a grooming because it had reached the point she couldn't see. The other two had their nails clipped but she stayed on for the full treatment and we were told to come back at four. When I got there, she was just finishing up and seemed to be fine. She could see me through the window and just watched me quietly. The groomer said she was one of his better dogs for grooming, with no problems. That night, however, she started whimpering to the point where neither of us got any sleep. I noticed that she was shivering, so I took her with me and we camped out on the couch, with her under the blanket to keep her warm, even though she wasn't hot to the touch. She eventually settled down. Last night was even worse and even I couldn't calm her down although she eventually did by sleeping at my feet snuggled up next to the black-and-tan.
The vet recommended giving her children's Gravol hidden in a pill pocket and that seemed to help a bit on other occasions when we've had problems with her.
I'm wondering if she triggered on being in the crate at the dog groomers, which is strange because she likes being in the crate at home. She goes in there to get away from the other dogs if she wants some quiet time.
Any ideas?
"I'm Batman"
Yes. I got to say it. For real.
Bear with me, this is kind of complicated.
I have a common first name. At the office this gets confusing so often we get labelled with nicknames. At one office there was a homophobic manager who insisted upon calling me "Brucie". I raised objections, others intervened and it was decided that I would be dubbed "Batman". The name stuck. The same occurred with my poker buddies - too many people with the same first name, they knew I was into the Batman meme so I got the nickname. It carried over into my current place of employment for the same reasons. I've even got a Batman figurine on my desk.
It became apparent to management that I had knowledge in a certain area of expertise, so I was empowered to shop around for some equipment we had been renting with questionable results. One of the vendors I approached was one where I do business for myself, so I opened a second account in the company name. We settled upon some equipment for myself, which had to be ordered in from Montreal and another batch for the office which was in stock, but we needed a P.O. so they put it on layaway. The following day, in discussion with management, it was decided to order even more equipment. It was my regular sales guy's say off so I was dealing with somebody different, who seemed to be having a few problems understanding the situation. I eventually got a quote from him on the additional equipment in the name "BATMAN", which puzzled me but I ignored it. I asked him to add it to the stuff already on layaway.
Last night the paperwork got sorted out so I went over to pick up the equipment. When the cart came from the back all that was on it was my original order, not the additional equipment. They checked the system but were unable to find the order. Finally the salesman had an inspiration and checked another account. He explained that they had an internal account called "BATMAN" that they're not supposed to use for customer orders, then stared as I fell down laughing. I finally gathered myself together, put on the sternest face I could manage under the circumstances and announced....
...wait for it...
...you ready?...
"I'm Batman".
...
Then we both fell down laughing as I explained the situation.
Turns out the 2nd salesman hadn't pulled the order, but fortunately they had everything in stock.
I'm just betting next time I walk in the store some clown is going to start in.
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