It is a sad fact, but when I was in Calgary last weekend it took three adults to look after one small puppy. I think this is more a comment on the people occupants of this house than the dog. I mean really, how could anything as sweet and innocent looking as this ever get into trouble?
Adult #1: If you can text and make whip cream at the same time, looking after a 4 month old puppy should be a breeze.
Adult #2: You can't fool me. I know you love spending time with Fergus.
Adult #3: You're fired.
Here's what happened. When I walked in the door Sunday night I was excited to see if Fergus would remember me. But instead of being met by a rambunctious puppy begging to be picked up, Jay was standing at the front door holding Fergus. Let me amend that to say he was standing at the front door holding Fergus, with a look on his face that was somewhere between guilt and concern.
That morning he had accidentally dropped a pill on the kitchen floor and before he could grab it Fergus got to it, snarfed it up and swallowed it. As all animal owners know you only ever need a vet on the weekend when they are almost impossible to get hold of and the rates are doubled. Luckily Jay got right through and the vet asked how much Fergus weighed. He then determined Fergus would be okay, but would probably be groggy for most of the day.
Groggy? He was way beyond groggy. Poor Fergus didn't look like he knew if he was a cat or a dog! Most disturbing of all was the fact that his ears were not sticking up. Not only were they not sticking up, they were hanging limply back in a way that reminded me of a balloon that has lost all its air.
Fergus was fine the next morning, and I was mostly over being upset. And I am not really going to fire adult #3. But I will confess there were a few moments right after I walked in the door Sunday night when I wanted to.
Fergus with his fully recovered ears.