GUSSIE IS HOME!

Remember me as a little guy.

 

This is me as a big boy.

 

Sometimes Momma likes to look at my baby pictures and remember when they brought me home.  Anyways here is my story about yesterday.  Early in the morning just as the sun was starting to peak  across the horizon, I felt a cold hand wake me up.  I opened one eye and there stood my Mom and she said today is the day I am getting the red monster off my face.  I toles her not to worry so much about it and rolled over to go back  to sleeps.  But Mom was insistent that I get out of bed and brush my teef and put my going to see Dr. Paige clothes on.

 

The girls were a whining for their breakfast but Mom told them to shush and then Stella started throwing her little silly tantrums cos her schedule was getting all messed up and Maggie just looked at us.

 

So before longs Mom had me all ready and hers shoved me into the car cos it was blowing 140 miles an hour wind and collllllllld.   I toles her to just put me back in the house this instant but hers turned the car on instead.  So I yelled from the back seat, to take me home and hers still ignored me, and I keep on whining yelling until we pulled into the parking lot of Dr. Paige's place.  I refused to get out of the car like a big boy so Mom had to carry all of my 21 lbs. into the vet.

 

That will teach her.

 

Hers took off my hoodie and said she would be back after work to get me.  She hugged and said to be a good boy.  She whispered in my ear also that Angel Greta was right there beside me.  Well that made me feel better, sorta.

 

So they put me in this big cage cos I am a big boy and all the other inmates were in little cages, I think they even had this gray cat a guarding my cage, but Angel Greta helped me out by flying around his head and making a buzzing sound, so he kept swatting at her thinking it was a fly.  That gave me the opportunity to work on busting out of the cage and making my way back across the river to my home.

 

BUT

 

Dr. Paige came in and got me out of the cage and took me to her special room.  I faught there would be a tv and snacks but the onliest thing I saw was a cold table and other stuff that I didn't recognize.  She told me she was going to give me something to relax and I asked for bubblegum flavored, (angel greta told me to say that) and Dr. Paige said okey dokey and that is the last fing I remember.........

 

UNTIL

 

I woke up and was sitting up right back in that big prison cage.  I just sit there.  And sit there. And sit there.  Mom called and checked on me and they said I was just fine and running about and happy.  No, I wasn't I was just sitting there.  With my Angel Greta sitting wif me all the rest of the day.

 

WHEN

 

Mom came and got me they said I did just great and they were sending the monster away to get checked.  While I asleep they also trimmed my nails and did some eye tests on me.  I wonder if I can take them to court for that ERnie??  Anyway they said I was the best one of the day, just waiting for my Momma quietly.

 

WELL

 

That made my momma a little suspicious cos I is never quiet at the Frankenvet, so she just wondered, how I was really doing.  When they brought me out to her the first thing she noticed is the black fur all around my face was wet and icky, from me crying silent little tears.  Did you know pugs do that when we are upset.  And she noticed I was very still.

 

SO

 

We hurried home and she talked to me but I wouldn't talk to her.  Then when I got home Maggie and Stellie were real happy to see me, but I wouldn't talk to them either.  Mom washed my face, and Dad talked to me, but I still was silent.  Then when Mom sat down in the chair I got up beside her and laid down.  I stayed there until 8:00 and finally Mom got all panicky cos I had not eaten or drank for over 24 hours and called her friend Mary Ann.  Mary Ann said I was still working my way through that bubble gum drug they gave me and I would be okay in the morning.

 

THEN

 

Around 9 Mom was so desperate for me to drink something-anything she told Dad to give me a sip of my favorite drink that she always says I cannot have.  Dad's SWEET TEA and he did and I drank a little bit of it.  Even Mom felt better.  Then Dad went out in the kitchen and got some turkey and I ate a little bit of that for him, and of course Stella and Maggie got some to.  Then Dad fixed me my very own little bitty steak and cut it up real tiny for me, and I ate some of that.  So by 10 PM everyone was starting to feel better about me, and Mom said I could even sleep wif them so they could keep an eye on me.

 

I got on my footy pj's and snuggled up and slept....sorta....I had funny dreams, and tossed and turned.  Finally Dad put me back in my own bed wif the girls and we all went back to sleep.  This morning I ran outside to pee finally, and ate some of my breakfast....Mom says I am on the mend!

 

P.S. No cone was needed.  They put all the stitches on the inside of my mouf.  I do have to start using the same medicine in my left eye just like Stella Rose.  Dang!

 

Angus McConnell Long