Today, I had to take Kobe, Rosie, Poldark and Demelza to register and meet our new vet.
One word, hilarious!
On reversing out of our driveway, I had the lovely view of my three babies Kobe, Poldark and Rosie strapped in safe on the back seat and Demelza scratching my hand while on the gear stick from her passenger seat. We hadn’t even left Ryde Place and I knew we were off to an interesting start.
Stuck in traffic along Portsmouth Road, Rosie decides to look out the rear window to get attention from the van behind, Kobe starts barking at a cyclist by our side, Poldark is staring at me oddly in the rear view mirror singing and Demelza is looking like she needs a poo while strangely smelling into the radio?!
When seen in public wearing my Puggeroomie uniform there is always this feeling that I want to appear publicly professional in all I do. I don’t know where this has come from? it’s just a feeling I get. I guess I take pride in my work. I am laughing because things never work out how I plan in my mind. I opted for Kobe and Rosie to travel inside the pram across a busy car park while Poldark and Demelza walk along side.
A lady shopping pointed at me with her friend ‘you have your hands full are those all yours’. Yes, I replied ‘I am a proud Pugmom of four’. ‘Looks like hard work to me’ I replied, ‘no different to four small children really’. At this point Demelza had wound her lead a thousand times around my leg, Poldark was sprinkling on the shop corner, Rosie is digging the pram for any treats and Kobe had just realised we are about to go into a new pet shop and started boof boofing!
I quickly headed through the pet shop and made way to the lift to go upstairs. Inside the lift, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. Phew! ‘we’ve made it this far my little tinkerbums’. Feeling safe and secure inside our quiet small boxed lift. A good time I felt to tell them how good they all are and gave them a few fave liver ball treats.
I knew any moment the lift door would soon open, I needed to feel more prepared. My jacket came off, jumper too! the pressure was on. I felt a little tropical thinking about what my little tinkerbums were going to do next on me seeing all the other animals waiting to be seen. Demelza started nom noming the glass lift door with her mouth the squeaky noise sucking glass was in no way embarrassing as she thought she saw her Dad.
For those of you that do not know Steve and I never met Demelza’s Dad when we decided to offer her a forever home. Demelza often lunges talking oddly when thinking it could be her real Dad.
I had to explain to her while squeaking the lift glass it was a cat.
Pleased to say my little tinkerbums are all of good health. They have gained a little puggy wobble wobble weight, but this will even out before our next visit I am sure.
Thank you to all staff who made us feel welcome, helped me and made such a fuss of my four crazy fur children.
'Crazy four fur children' I wouldn’t want it any other way.
After all, I am a crazy Pugmom!