Molly Sez

“Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, dah!” Molly, just back from a hike, was shouting as she bounded up the stairs, completely out of breath. She skidded to a halt in my office. “Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, guess what!” Needless to say, she didn’t give me time to ask “what”, let alone guess. “Today…”, breathing hard, “on the walk…” she tried to collect herself, but was too excited, “…on the walk… Nero, threw up!” She put her paws on my desk. “And, and Jason had us all lie down, but Betty kept going over any trying to eat it, so Jason had to keep on stopping and dragging Betty back, and Nero kept on puking!”

“Wow, Molly. Is Nero OK?”

“Huh? Oh, sure, he’s fine. He just drank that slimy water. We all told him not to, but you know Nero, he’s golden retriever. He’ll eat or drink anything! You don’t even need to dare him.”

“Well, actually, I don’t know Nero. How do you know the slimy water won’t hurt him?”

“Cause it’s just gooey water. No biggie.”

“Well, you know, some gooey water can have stuff in it that is dangerous.”

“Yeah, that’s what Jason kept telling us. And he kept on insisting on poking at Nero and feeling his tummy, and then Jason cut the walk short, and drove us all to the vet where he left Nero with his humans.”

“I know about that part.”

“What do you mean, ‘you know’? You weren’t there.”

“Well, I didn’t know exactly what happened, but Jason texted me. He said that one of your pack got sick, and so you were going to be late coming home.”

“Wow. You can do that!?!?”

“Yup.”

“You can talk to Jason while we are out on a walk?”

“Yes. Sure.”

“Huh. I’m not sure how I feel about that.”

“Well, it’s important that Jason be able to reach me if there is a problem of any kind. Anyway, let’s get you a treat.”

“A treat, a treat, a treat, a treat, a treat, a treat!” She shouted as she went skidding off to the kitchen.

I sure hope she calms down soon. Sigh.