“You get over here, now.”
Andy grabbed my wrist and yanked forward. I flew after my wrist.
“You’re such dick.”
“Get over here.”
I cracked up. People around us were going to think I was some poor girl being manhandled by their boyfriend.
“But I don’t wanna.” I whined.
Andy dragged me down the street, one arm full of groceries, the other full of my wrist. I watched as people stared at us. Part of me wanted to call out, no, no, it’s cool, we’re just weird. The other part of me realized I was providing them with material of which they would surely rush home to their families.
Mija, you should have seen what I saw! Thees poor girl. Dragged. Yes, dragged. She had tears!
What kind of person would I be if I didn’t leave a bit up to their imagination? I bit my tongue and teared out my laughter. I’m a sucker for a good story.
It wasn’t that I wanted people to think I was some battered significant other. It was more the people on my street were so DAMN nosey. Why not give them a little flavour.
We got to the front of my building with a quick kiss and clamored up the stairs, shoving each other out of the way. What was the potential for a broken neck for a little rough housing?
Andy got to the door first and yanked me in.
The smell hit me like a ton of bricks. Elvis was hiding in a corner and I ran to the bathroom to see diarrhea everywhere. I guess in dog world a bright green shag bathroom rug is the equivalent of a dump space. Goalie remained on the bed thumping happily, looking oddly smug.
Ah, the joy of owning dogs.
I grabbed Elvis and ran him out the door, promising to help when I got back and hoping it would be done before then.
Elvis ran down with me and took his normal 10 minute piss. I swear I adopted a small horse, not a dog. He looked up at me with a shit eating grin.
Figuring he had already done the other business upstairs on my new only to find Andy contorted halfway up the stairs.
“Get over here! Now!”
No anger, just, shock.
“Whats the big deal,” I questioned skeptically. Was there more dog shit we didn’t notice? And if there was, so what. The dog got sick. No sense in freaking out about it.
I thought back to the first time Andy had to deal with an “accident.”
“OMG It’s everywhere.”
“OK, just wait, I’m parking the car, I’ll be up in a second.”
“Please, gag, just get up here. I can’t gag do this.”
“Go wait in the bathroom then.”
“I’m in the clos-gag-et.”
“You’re really pathetic you know that.”
“Just get up here.”
A small pile awaited me when I did finally get upstairs. True to his word, Andy had been in the closet gagging. I wondered what he would do when he had a kid explode out of their diaper.
He snapped to get me back to reality.
“Seriously, Mel, You need to come see this, you will NOT believe it.”
A week before we brought Goalie over to his moms house to meet our newest addition.
“Why are her nipples so big.” (Because it isn’t awkward when your boyfriends mother asks about nipples, dog or not).
“Well, she had a litter so maybe just stretched out,” I offered.
“No, something going on with the dog.”
“Naw, it’ll look better when we spay her.”
I reached Andy on the stairs and joked, “What, did Goalie have puppies or something,”
I received wide eyes in response. Andy grabbed my wrist and dragged me up the remaining flight to the apartment. The playful banter completely absent.
“You grabbed Elvis and I dropped the bags in the kitchen. I thought it was really weird that Goalie wouldn’t get off the bed! And did you see how she had shoved all of the covers off? Just, go, LOOK.”
And there she was. In a pool of afterbirth, licking away at what looked like a black and white rat.
“EWWW dude, she caught a rat and its all over my new mattress topper!”
“Seriously, Mel? LOOK”
Obviously I was in denial.
“Oh, Fuck, Me.”
“Not right now Hun, there’s a puppy on our bed.”
Elvis returned to his corner. He hadn’t pooped. He was freaking out. The diarrhea was probably Goalies.
I grabbed my phone as Andy ran to the computer. There was only one puppy, which probably meant we were going to be up for a while.
“Penny! I swear to god, I’m not screwing with you. There is a puppy on my bed. In a puddle of blood and after birth.”
“It says if a new one isn’t born within 2 hours then something could be wrong.”
“No, that was Andy, he’s on the computer. I don’t know! We left here an hour and a half ago and came back to puppy. Yea, it’s clean. I thought it was a dead rat. No, dude, you should have seen his face.”
“Should I put the groceries away?”
Seriously?
“Cool, yea, ok we won’t hit the vet until you get here. Just hurry. Please. What do you mean look for more puppies. Fucking-a.”
I hung up and looked at Andy who was standing there telling me to calm down. His dog just exploded all over my bed and I was supposed to be calm. My boyfriend obviously does not know me.
“And, what should I do?!”
“Uhm, it said to watch for new puppies. Feel around if you can.”
He wanted me to do what.
“Yea, stick your hand in there.”
“YOU do it!”
“I’m a guy, I don’t know anything about babies.”
Right, because I’ve given birth how many times?
I took a deep breath and spread her legs. And screamed.
“WHAT is there another one?”
“It’s just so gross!!”
“Fuck, Mel! Just do it.”
I dug around. It was my turn to gag.
There was a knock on our door. There was NO way Penny was already there. She lived an hour away, and even speeding it would take at least 45 minutes.
Greg stood at the door.
“Willie is out with her girlfriends drinking tonight. She told me I have to pick her up when she was done. Figured I’d hang out in the neighborhood for a bit. See what you guys were up to.”
“You gave him the number to get into the building didn’t you,” I called over my shoulder.
“Greg, I swear to god dude, you are you so whipped.”
“Whatever man, I’m not whipped, I just take care of my girl. Mel, you’d expect Andy to do the same thing right?”
“No, I’d find a cab. You’re totally whipped.”
About this time Greg noticed the blood on my hands and the wriggling mass on the bed.
“NO SHIT.”
“Yes, shit. Do something useful.”
I’m really not all that bright in certain settings. If I am stressed, I don’t think, I act. Normally this would benefit a stressful situation. Unfortunately we were dealing with Greg, and Greg’s version of being useful and helpful is to stand over your shoulder and dictate.
“You shouldn’t do that; Have you felt for more pups yet; you’re totally doing it wrong; you should get her spayed; did you know….”
“George, if you would prefer to be elbow deep in dog cooch, then be my guest. Until then, please shut the fuck up.”
“I was just trying to help.”
“Go help your friend unload the groceries, or watch tv or wait for your girlfriend to grab you by the balls and drag you off somewhere.”
“Whatever, no need to be testy.”
Andy rescued me, dragging Greg away by what was left of his manhood to start looking up emergency vets.
Knock
Finally. Some semblance of sanity would commence.
“Where is she! Oh Goalie, what did you do!” Penny rushed past me toward the mess that was once my night time haven.
“Will she let me hold her?”
“Yea, I’m pretty sure,” I shrugged at Penny. “She was letting me handle her pretty well and kept licking me when I would touch her.”
Penny cooed to Goalie and gently lifted the bloody turd, er, I mean puppy.
“So, I thought they were supposed to be cute.”
“Oh, Mel,” Penny laughed. “Any other pups?”
“No, just that one. Did you guys find a vets office.”
I dialed the number dictated and asked directions. After telling me to head south on Colorado (ok), hang a left at Broadway (errrr, ok), Turn right on Verdugo (Where?!) I told the nurse to hold on. Greg, I need you to take the phone and write down directions.
“Why me.”
“PLEASE just DO IT.”
“Well what is the address? I can figure it out.”
“Greg, here is the deal, a very kind but impatient woman is sitting on the phone waiting for SOMEONE here to take directions. Seeing as I’ve lived here all of 3 months I have no idea what she is talking about. Write. Them. Down.”
Again. Completely forgot Greg would be the wrong person to ask. After arguing with the vet tech about the best way to get there (and the time officially reaching the, “Oh shit we need to get the dog out of here” point) Greg hung up with the tech and promptly told me that his way was still better. Upon this I grabbed the paper out of his hands, wrapped the puppy up in a towel and followed Penny and Goalie out of the door.
“Hanging in there, kid?”
Penny could always tell when I was ready to lose it.
“Yea, but I want a ciggerette for the first time in months now.”
I navigated the unfamiliar streets. 9:42 p.m. Ok there was no way the vets office would be packed at this time? Right? Wrong.
We walked into a very crowded room, sick dogs and cats hacking their lives away onto the floor and every Tom, Dick and Harry crowded us instantly.
“Is that a new dog?!” (No, actually, I think it’s a sewer rat)
“Can I touch it?” (No)
“How old is the baby” (How old does it look dipshit).
I was told by the staff that we would have to wait around. I looked at the surrounding area and mumbled something about my new puppy dying and it being her fault. We were immediately shown into a private sitting room.
Andy walked through the 20 minutes later. Penny and I were sprawled on the ground petting Goalie and snuggling the puppy.
“Where is Greg,” I asked. I hoped I didn’t sound relieved. Greg was ok, just, not in an emergency.
“He lost what was left of his manhood and went to drive Willie to another bar.”
“Gotcha.”
Goalie received her x-ray and we awaited the news. How many more? Was she ok? Were there dead puppies in her?
“So is it a boy or a girl.”
“I have no idea, Andy, its just a wiggly ball right now.”
“What should we name it?”
“Tanner,” Penny offered.
“Too trust fund baby,” Andy countered.
“Max?” I suggested.
“Fred?” (Andy)
“What if it’s a girl,” Penny asked.
“Hula?”
“Hula?” Andy laughed.
“I don’t know, I thought a cute Hawaiian name.”
“She’s a border collie, you need a Gaelic name.”
“Yes, because I have so many of those in my memory bank,” I retorted.
A lanky guy with a stethoscope came in and sat on the ground.
“That was the only one,” He said pressing into Goalies belly. I was relieved. We couldn’t afford a whole litter.
It was a girl. It was healthy. The doctor went over the odds and ends. We went back to the front I signed away my first born child and any future mortgage I would open up to the Emergency clinic.
We got into the car. I turned back to face Andy and Penny.
“What do we tell her when she finds out Elvis isn’t her real dad?”
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