I am pretty sure the lab we took 8 to for her blood tests this morning is NEVER going to let us back in the door again! It took 1HOUR from the time they called us to when we left...all because of the HUGE fit 8 pulled when they tried to take her blood. It took Big Daddy, myself and 2 nurses to hold her still so that they could finally get the needle in. I honestly thought they were going to strap her down to a board before it was all over.
Speaking of strapping down to a board, it reminds me of when 16 was only about 2 or 3 years old and Big Daddy was watching her. She got her hands on this little plastic thing that vaguely resembled an M&M and shoved it up her nose. We tried everything to get it out, and finally had to take her to the doctor`s office. They tried and tried to remove it with no luck. We were sent to an Ear Nose and Throat specialist. 16 was subsequently strapped to a board ( they called it the papoose). She begged and pleaded to be released over and over, Mommy mommy please Please, I be good I be good. I can laugh now, but I cried an ocean of tears that day.
So Old Dog wanders into our room, mozies up to the dirty laundry and pulls some items out so as to make himself a comfortable bed. Big Daddy stares at him ( Old Dog is deaf and I believe he is loosing his sight) and the dog does not seem to notice. As he turns to lay down, he sees Big Daddy and all of a sudden you can tell he is thinking, shit - busted. Big Daddy kicks him out of the room and that is that..the Alpha Male has won.
Old Dog is happily snoring from on his bed of dirty laundry.
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