Taking Doggy to the Vet

                                                     Taking Doggy to the Vet

     In about twenty minutes I'm going to have to help my Doggy Snuggles into the pick-up to have him checked out at the Vet. Ordinarily this would not be such a big deal. I've done this before, but this time it's more serious. This time it's more like a life death struggle between me and the Church of Scientology - which I blame for killing my Doggy Missy in Israel - shortly after I took a communication course down there in Be-er Sheva and a few other counselling wastes of time. These speeders came along - whish - as we pushed my little Fiat 850 Special along because it had run out of gas - a typical American social activity - and whosh - the poor little dog was run over and all she could do was snap at my hand and bite me as I went over to see how she was - the Vet lived next door to where I did my communication course - neither he nor Shafee - the course supervisor were home - they didn't participate in our typical American social activities - they were busy "clearing the Planet" of our typical American social activities - and so this time I'm trying to get my Doggy to the Vet before he dies - he looks fairly tired - can barely walk and won't hold any food down - barely drinks water - but he loves me still and looks up at me from where he lies on the floor and wags his tail at me - G-d I hope he pulls through this and - forgive me G-d but I hope it's one of them that gets sick this time - don't have to die - after all we're typical Americans - not anti - human scientologists - just let them be sick for a long time - that's all and let me play with snuggles on the grass again - for a long time - that's all I want...
               
                                                           Two Days Later

...well - it's about two days later and the Vet visit was close to what Scientology does to doubters - rushed out with Doggy swearing never to come back - one of the girls in the office was rude - or so I took it. I decided to try myself to nurse  Doggy back to health. He got worse and worse and now barely eats anything - but he does drink water and I do have pills from another Vet which I give him every day now. BUT - he looks bad - sleeps all the time and can barely stand up - though somehow he managed to go down the steps from the deck today. - He's breathing hard and I don't really give him much of a chance - but I will not quit trying because I know he would never give up on me. We need a miracle...