I am not perfect.
Hell, the majority of the time I’m just striving for “okay”. In fact, I remember having a small rant at my old boss in the refinery that went something like, “when this place f*cking kills me you better have, “she f*cking tried!” written ‘rull big at my memorial!”
So, this story needs to be filed under more of a “Dumbass move” header than say, “outstanding dog training maneuver #7”. Alas, I digress. This morning was….special.
Allow me to explain – woke up at 05:30 and to drop the boyfriend off at work (his car at shop) and then zipped home to get ready for work. When I arrived home I found the mail order prescription bottles containing my 90 day supply of two maintenance meds had been lovingly destroyed by the dog pack (aka assholes). I believe I recovered the majority of the tablets, but the bottle of gel-caps had been melted together into a modern art piece entitled, ‘dog drool purple gel mound’. Assholes. Gathered as much purple drool gel as I could and added, “call pharmacy later today and discuss any potential dog-drool rx replacement policy for medications” to my rather impressive to-do list.
[note: dammit, don’t forget to move that to tomorrow’s to-do list]
I was still smiling at this point, yes they are assholes – but dammit they are *my* assholes and it was totally my fault I left the pharmacy bag on the floor.
Then I (in retrospect, stupidly) put on some pretty eye makeup and worked on getting out the door. I leashed Zisa and she decided she should go and fall asleep under the table. I could have been the bigger person here and made a responsible decision to just leave the sleepy butthead at home – but would that really be “me”? [no. no it wouldn’t.] So, instead of being a thinking human and just going to work by myself I said [out. loud. – like the dogs had any freaking clue what the crazy FoodLady was going on and on about], “fine, you don’t want to go to work?! okay, then I’m going to take a dog who will ‘preciate the amount of work and training I do with you and who will be EXCITED to spend the day with me. So. There.” [that’s right, like the all the best tween temper tantrums, I threw the “so there” in there!] and that is what led to,
PIPER’S BIG* DAY OUT!!!
(* to be accurate, the word BIG should be clarified to as big, scary, HOLYFUCKGONNADIE!, StairsAreMadeOfEvil! whatfreshhellisthis!, oh, turkey? YUMMO!, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!, and WHY!?!?!)
At first, Piper was THRILLED to be the pretty princess leaving the house with the lady!
*leash & harness? must be going walkies!! – AWESOME! Getting into the car? um….this is scary! what is going on? why? What? Get to the office and out walking around? cool. new. smells. Wait, stairs? WHAT THE FUCK ARE STAIRS – AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!*
So, I got to carry, drag, beg, and manipulate the Piper up the death-stairs which led to a vast quantity of perspiration (tropics, it was about 89 degrees in the full sun); remember that “pretty eye makeup”? Yeah, it was not as pretty as it melted down my face. So now there’s me, melting into a puddle, accompanied by a scared-off-her-ass Piper (shaking and nervous and all, “wtf wtf wtf WHERE AM I?!?) attempting to make it into the office. Now, I honestly figured we would get into my office and Piper would smell that Zisa hangs out there and she would just grab a chewy and chill. Nope, it was more like, in office and stare at FoodLady with deep emotions such as, “is this where you kill me!?”, “is this where someone else comes to kill me?!”, and my personal favorite, “am I already dead!?” To be fair, all questions I have also asked myself at work. 😉
She calmed down after an hour or so and when it was time for me to work alongside my coworker in different office, Piper sat with me like a good girl and gnawed a bully stick like a pro. Then she and I split a pound of turkey for lunch and that was hands-down the highlight of the day [fyi-her look said, “I KNEW IT! That Ziesa gets turkey every day doesn’t she!!!”]. At the end of Piper’s day she looked down the stairs and said, “f*ck that! nope, I live up here now. Let’s go back to that office!” before hightailing it back inside. We tried again and slowly made our way down and when we were on grass she pee’d and danced like the good girl that she is!
…and that’s when I remembered the car keys were upstairs. dammit. So, I loaded up the car with my bag o’ crap (of course setting off the alarm because the key-fob alarm thingy wasn’t with me – yeah, that was soothing *face-palm*) and walked back to the small fenced courtyard where I locked the gate and let Ms. Piper off-leash, figuring that the pretty girl wouldn’t want to go with me up the stairs [see above re: stairs being very scary, devil incarnate, etc.]. I trotted up, found key on desk, and by the time I got back to the stairs to go down, it turned out the brave girl had followed me up ALL BY HERSELF! I was so proud. I leashed her and we locked up and walked down the stairs with no issues, locked up the outer gate, turned off the car alarm, lifted her into the car and headed home where she told all the other dogs about “being a SUPER SPECIAL pretty girl office dog and had turkey for lunch and stairs are super easy and really the best way to travel, have you all tried them? if not you really should – I’m good at stairs!”
And thus ends, Piper’s Big Day Out.
I am not perfect.