What a Humbling Day, Little Filthy.
I’ve a story about my lousy day. Want to hear it? Here it go.
1. I drop Little Filthy off at the vet at 7 this morning for his 6 month poke and prod. I then pick up a bag of dog food, some toys and (now I’m embarrassed to say) some conditioner. I get to the counter and swipe my credit card. The cashier looks at me and said, “Your card wasn’t approved.”
*blink*
I say, “That’s bizarre!” I swipe it again. She shakes her head, “No. Not approved.” Now, I don’t know this woman. I don’t really care what she thinks. Until now. Until now that my credit card has been declined. Mind you, I don’t carry a balance and am so obsessed with having great credit that I’ve been called FICO Psycho. I know nothing is wrong with my credit card and I have to resist the urge to lean over and say, “I am not a bum.” Which I realize is nuts. But there you have it.
Now, I had just run Boss to CostCo earlier in the week to get some things and she’d paid me back with a crisp new $100 bill. I pull it out and hand it to the cashier. She looks at me skeptically, pulls out her fake-money pen and marks it. Then she holds it up to the light and scrutinizes it. Of course I feel like the shadiest bastard ever because first my card wasn’t approved and then I paid her with a hundred. I’m now convinced she thinks I’m a bum with bum bills. Bill passes the test and I’m on my way back home. (Later found out something was wrong with their machine and my card was fine. Sheesh.)
2. The vet calls. Little Filthy is in great shape. Except…one thing. Of course. The monster has a little tartar. You’d think I’d been filling his mouth with skittles and marshmallows before bed time, the way she said it. You may recall my mission to brush Little Filthy’s teeth and the subsequent intervention I had to have with the little guy. Dog owner FAIL.
3. I go to pick up the monster. I get the bill and it seems low. I said, “Did you microchip him?” The nurse says, “Oh…were they supposed to? Let me go back and see.” She disappears into the back and then comes back out and announces to the room full of dog owners, “They couldn’t restrain him long enough to get the chip in.” I go crimson. I say, “Can we try it now and I’ll hold him?” She says, “Let me go ask.” She disappears into the back. She returns almost immediately afterward and says, “They don’t want to.”
At this point, I just want the beast so we can go home. And everyone in the waiting room is dying to see what sort of monster I’m raising. She goes back to get Little Filthy. He comes trotting out, lays at my feet, sets his head on my shoes and promptly falls asleep while I pay the bill. I manage a wry smile in response to the grins of the waiting room folks as we leave.
*sigh* It’s exhausting going to the vet. For both of us.
Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.
September 18th, 2008 at 7:49 pm
1. Chalk one up for KT. I rule.
3. Seriously? He weighs all of what, 13 pounds? Look at his picture! He’s a cute leetle behbeh.
OK, I’m done talking like an idiot.
But come on already.
September 18th, 2008 at 8:02 pm
Notice how it’s always Little Filthy that gets you into trouble? I think it’s all a conspiracy…
September 18th, 2008 at 9:41 pm
Poor guy. Bella hates the vet too. When I take her to the groomer and the vet she gives me the saddest face in the world as I leave. But as for the dog teeth that is what all vets say is a problem so they can sedate your dog and clean their teeth, which costs a lot and putting your dog under is not something to take lightly. I have been giving Bella this stuff called Plaque Off, it is some seeweed stuff that works like a champ. I recommend it.
September 18th, 2008 at 9:47 pm
KT –
1. *laugh* Chalk one up for you? I’m missing something.
3. Dude. That dog is 20 pounds. Deceptive, isn’t it?
HE’S A MONSTER.
September 18th, 2008 at 9:48 pm
Kez – YES. YES and YES. He’s trouble. The problem is that I’m sort of attached to the little fella. He’s my buddy.
September 18th, 2008 at 9:50 pm
1. For making you embarrassed to buy CONDITIONER for your DOG.
3. He appears quite svelte in photos. I thought the camera was supposed to *add* 10 pounds? Maybe it’s different for dogs.
September 18th, 2008 at 9:52 pm
Buzd – Yeah, I’m not inclined to have my dog put under for just any reason so I bought a plaque scraper and he let’s me scrape off tartar with it.
I just checked out Plaque Off at Amazon. Reviewers said it’s good for bad breath but not much mention of plaque difference. It’s a powder, no?
You just inspired me to go scrape at his teeth.
September 18th, 2008 at 9:53 pm
KT – Ohhh yeah. heh. I’m tellin’ you, he needs all the help he can get. So do I, probably.
September 19th, 2008 at 7:11 am
Yea it’s a power you just put over thier food, LF won’t even know he is taking it. I just keep it in the dog food bin and when I feed Bella I add it every day so it’s simple and you won’t have to wrestle so often with your pouch to brush.
September 19th, 2008 at 7:31 am
It’s like that dog was made and born, just for you RE.
September 19th, 2008 at 9:58 am
Heh, embarrassing is having to pay $35 to have Kala’s glands and toenails taken care of at the vets instead of at a grooming place because she FREAKS out. Seriously. I pay that exorbitant amount because I know they can handle her more and if she starts bleeding (which always happens because she flinches and pulls away when you touch her toenails), they can take care of it. She has a rep at the vets as well since she SCREAMS. Yes – screams!
Ugh, I hate it when my card won’t go through for some reason. I have to run home and check to make sure everything’s ok. I’m freaky like that.
September 19th, 2008 at 4:48 pm
Your story about the credit card is so me! I felt your pain. I too am obsessed with stellar credit. I really think we should get some kind of a award for it. Other then lower interest rates that really aren’t that great. It would have sent me into a panic too
September 19th, 2008 at 6:30 pm
FICO Psycho
Awesome.
I see a new slogan t-shirt in my future
September 19th, 2008 at 8:13 pm
So they just didn’t do it? No micro chip?
You just made me laugh SO hard by the way.
Thank You.
And I now love Little Filthy. I know this because in the first line, about taking him to the Vet – my heart jumped a bit. Thanks Random. You made me fall in love with a dog.
Damn.
September 19th, 2008 at 9:49 pm
Hehe… wtg LF, teach those mean vets a lesson they won’t soon forget!
We are the same as Bev – we take the pugs to the vet for nail clippings because they F-R-E-A-K out. They even charge us double for Izzy because she’s so spastic it takes two techs to hold her down, and the vet to clip the nails.
The entire time she’s making this high pitched noise, something between an asthmatic wheeze and a scream of horror. Lulu just wiggles too much for me to mess with it.
September 20th, 2008 at 12:01 am
1. I used to work retail, babies r us. When cards were denied the printer would spit out a little slip with a phone number for the card owner to call. Made things less awakward. I have had my card denied before for doing somthing as mundane as buying at a place out of the ordinary.
I freak over my husbands FICO. I took his credit from bad to excellent. I am awsome.
I also have no credit to speak of, and have never owned more than my atm/mastercard. It must be noted that if you have not owned a CC and have never had a utility in your name by a certain age credit companies seem to somehow doubt you are who you really are. I had to sell my soul to the electric company to have it put in my name at our new home.
September 20th, 2008 at 1:21 am
Little filthy’s pictures is sooooo adorable
Such a handsome little man.
September 20th, 2008 at 8:40 am
1. I’ve had this happen before when I took someone out to lunch I hadn’t seen in a long time. That was nice and embarrassing. Apparently it was related to “unusual” purchase patterns that were out of my norm. Heh.
2. Oh my. Tango has breath that smells literally like fish + ass. It’s not appealing.
3. Look at dat wittle guy sweeping
So cute!
September 21st, 2008 at 10:17 pm
QTMama – Yeah, I gotta admit, we’re quite a pair and I like it that way.
September 21st, 2008 at 10:30 pm
Bev – You’ve got to tape her screaming. Wait, no, I don’t want to hear that. Little Filthy loves to have his toenails filed. Oh! I just remembered that you saw that. heh.
September 21st, 2008 at 10:34 pm
Simonne – YES. Great credit is AWESOME. We’re not FICO Pscyho. We’re normal!
Begijn – Maybe I’ll start doing credit checks before going on dates.
MsSingleMama – Nope, no chip. I’m going to go back next week. He’d already had 3-4 shots that day so he was totally over it. Awww, just imagine how much you’ll love your own dog.
September 21st, 2008 at 11:04 pm
Oh, my.
How I love your blog…
September 22nd, 2008 at 12:03 am
Tiffany – How big is Izzy?
Pinkgerbil – Wow, no credit? Does that worry or scare you?
Lynchseattle – Oh man, I bet you were embarrassed. I can totally see that happening to me: getting a card denied when taking an old friend to lunch.
Fish + Ass? ACK.
Heh, yeah, he’s pretty cute. But he’s a MONSTER.
September 22nd, 2008 at 12:09 am
Izzy is built like a hairy pony keg… she’s a total lard ass. The lovely little porker weighs in at 27 lbs.
Lulu on the other hand is just like Kala. She’s only about 16 lbs. Lu and Izzy are the same height, eat the same low cal organic food, get the same amount of exercise and everything.
I honestly think she might have a thyroid problem or something. She’s just getting so darn fat!! That’s what you get when you rescue a puppy mill doggy. She’s all jacked up…
September 22nd, 2008 at 11:44 am
i was gonna say anything about the DOG conditioner thing…but ok…now i am…REALLY? DOG CONDITIONER? ARE YOU SERIOUS?
ok. there. i said it.
heart.
September 22nd, 2008 at 11:44 am
that’s supposed to say “WASN’T gonna” but i can’t type today. turns out.
September 22nd, 2008 at 10:40 pm
Tiffany – Whoa, 27 pounds?! That’s amazing. heh. Awww, fat pugs. Heh.
Lily – Look, the conditioner wasn’t my idea…Boss got it because it made him smell good and now I’m attached to the smell. heh. MY DOG IS TOUGH.