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Adventures With Dogs

Lucy loves bags.

Virgil hates bags.

Lucy hates not being in bags.

Virgil loves anything that Lucy hates.

Yesterday, these things came together in a perfect storm of misery for all parties involved.

I had to take Virgil to the vet, and getting him into the carrier case (one of those big hard ones, which fits Virgil and his energy better than our little soft, zippered one) while keeping Lucy out of it was a feat of considerable difficulty.

What’s that? Lock Lucy in another room? I did, and she turned into a wildebeest. Judging by the wail-slams coming from the other side of the door, it seemed likely that she’d actually hurl herself directly through the paneling, so I let her out.

I finally got Virgil tucked away, and then Lucy, in a fit of total hysteria about the fact that I was taking Virgil on a fun trip and not her, bolted out the door the second I opened it. Bag of Joy or no, girlfriend wasn’t planning on missing out on this little adventure. So I chased her up a flight of stairs, then back down five, and then carried her back into the house. Meanwhile, Virgil ping-ponged around in his case, panicking about the fact that I was taking Lucy on a fun trip and not him.

I finally wrestled Virgil + case out the door, down the steps, and out into the icy street…

…and the case disintegrated. It actually separated into four distinct parts in my hand and fell to the ground with a very surprised dog in the middle. And to keep Virgil from madly careening down the street and into oncoming traffic? I instinctively clapped down the disembodied lid of the case over his body to keep him in one place until I was able to scoop him out of harm’s way. That’s right: I pinned my dog to the sidewalk.

Which, as I’m sure you can imagine, left Virgil in a bit of a state.

Oh, and then I took him to the vet and he got shots.

(My horoscope, by the way, said that I would find myself “in an enviable place in the universe” on Feburary 2nd. I spent much of the afternoon in a muddy taxi filled with resentful dog. Envy me?)



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  • Morgan

    I am in tears laughing, imagining you clapping hysterically and screaming “Come to Mama!!!” as Virgil darts down the street (reminiscent of our relaxing picnic in the park). Our dogs are awesome.

  • Anonymous

    the Relaxing Picnic of 2010!!!! i had forgotten.

  • http://twitter.com/dianeshipley Diane Shipley

    Oh my god, what a nightmare! Enviable nightmare, obvs.

  • http://twitter.com/dianeshipley Diane Shipley

    Oh my god, what a nightmare! Enviable nightmare, obvs.

  • http://twitter.com/dianeshipley Diane Shipley

    Oh my god, what a nightmare! Enviable nightmare, obvs.

  • http://www.facebook.com/GenevieveDreizen Genevieve Dreizen

    BUT I find this to be an incredibly endearing post!

  • http://www.guidetomenhattan.com Rachel

    Ahhh how horrible (yet mildly hilarious to imagine). Hope the pups – and you – have recovered from the trauma!

  • Anonymous

    oh, yes. treats were given.

  • http://pulse.yahoo.com/_QJLJSEUA5Q2ORQKJHIO7ZC4E4M KatieH

    This made me laugh soooo hard! The poor dogs, so jealous of fun trips that the other was taking!

  • http://marthalilian.blogspot.com Ms. Martha Lilian

    Hahahahaha! I laugh only because I’ve been in similar scenarios. One of the perks of outer borough living is owning a car (aka. dog transportation unit) which helps out a little bit in these sorts of situations but I not-so-fondly remember traipsing around Manhattan with dog carrier in tow.

  • Vanessa

    Jordan, this story is both terrible and hilarious. I had a good laugh @ work over this one…poor you, poor Virgil, poor Lucy!!!

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