Monday on Thursday

I never make stupid mistakes. Only very, very clever ones. ~John Peel

Never say, "oops." Always say, "Ah, interesting." ~Author Unknown

When DH left yesterday, I murmured... "It sure feels like Monday." You see, Wednesday the world (as we know it) was closed for the storm. Schools were out, stores were closed, the library shut its doors. We were supposed to be bombarded by at least 14" of snow (it ended up being an odd mixture of snow, sleet and rain ... but no less treacherous).

So yesterday really felt like the beginning of the week.

I took Dd in for her blood work. The two vet techs (one to hold and one to poke) mentioned that it sure felt like Monday... and then proceeded to be unable to find poor Dakota's vein. One tech tried three times and then they switched, and the other took two more tries--one in each leg, with a wiggle once she was under the skin which made me cringe, as I have veins that like to hide and have had this happen to me more than once.

Dakota was NOT a happy dog. Worse, she had two vaccinations to get as well -- one in each hip. AND it was fasting bloodwork, so she hadn't eaten since 5 pm the night before. Poor puppy.

When we were done, I decided to skip the rest of my errands so she could go home to eat. All of my errands, save one: the post office. I'd been trying to mail out a box of books for a while, and didn't want to wait any longer.

We got to the P.O. and DD couldn't decide if she wanted to wait in the car or come in. And then, I realized I'd bought a bag of dog food, and with Dd so hungry I didn't want to just leave it sitting there on the seat, so I had to hide it. And then, I needed to pick up the packages. All of this "and then-ing" had one unfortunate result.

I locked my keys in the car.

Oh, yes I did. So, there I am in 25 degree weather, my starving, sore dog stuck in the car (I need to train her to unlock the doors on command, lol), my DD freaking out because the dog is trapped in the car, and ... when I pull out my cell phone, it's nearly out of power! I use it to quickly call everyone I know. No one is home. I call DH, and he says: call the police. So, I do--but they only break in for you if it's an emergency (i.e. the car is running or there is a baby -- a TWO-LEGGED baby -- inside). My emergency road service will take upwards of two hours (the roads are still a bit icy, and there are accidents, apparently). DH offers to drive home. I tell him NO. It will be faster if I walk (I'm about 2 miles from home) and get the spare key and drive the truck back.

First, though, I want to try two other neighbors but have no juice on the phone. But WAIT... the cell phone store is right down the way in the same shopping center. I'll go there and see if they'll charge me up a little. I'll stop in WalMart to go potty first, especially if I'm walking home. Try to open the bathroom door and WHAM!, there's a lady inside with a wheelchair, blocking the door. I stand outside wiggling for a good five minutes, potty and move on. Just as I get to the Verizon store, the fire alarm goes off. In the entire shopping center. Okay, so no recharge.

Folks... it was one thing after another, but I did finally manage to get a ride home to pick up the truck and let out the dog. It took nearly an hour, during which time, DD nearly had a meltdown. AND, when I finally did get home after finding another neighbor to help me retrieve the second vehicle, DH was HOME. He decided to make sure I was okay, but my phone wasn't on so he couldn't call.

Fast-forward to later that day at our agility class. The one where Dakota is doing fabulously. She made her first run like a champ and I was so proud!! Then... the second run had the see-saw. No problem. She did fine on it last week. And she would have this week, except I screwed up and let her run up it too fast and when it tilted down, she nearly fell off -- add in the loud noise and her absolute panic, and from that moment on she not only refused the see-saw, but also the "walk-it" plank because they look the same. And if I ran her off leash, and came anywhere near them, she would either run away and refuse to come back, or lay down and roll over on her back in complete submission (and refusal). I was so mad at myself. If I'd been more careful, this wouldn't have happened. At the end of class, I ran her up and down the "walk-it" over and over until she refused less vigorously (though she still wouldn't go up it without a fight).

I sure hope today is better...

OTOH, I'm sure this will end up in a story someday!

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