I’ve missed you so much! Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for Carl. Are you wondering if, after all these weeks he still looks the same? Well, see for yourself!
Take your time. It’s okay. Bask in the fluff. I fully acknoweledge the angelic beauty set before my eyes.
Now look at this photo.
Although it looks like a chupacrabra that lives under my parents bed, it is actually the puppy that lives in my house. To Carl however, it might as well be the first guess.
Cute isn’t she? I was super excited about getting a puppy. Then, when I got the puppy I remember I don’t really like dogs. I mean, where’s the fluff!?
Lots of you have been wondering how Carl feels about the little Zoey. Here is a 5.9 second clip that should sum up what happens almost 24 hours a day in my house.
Sometimes he hides behind stuff when he’s tired. Other times, it seems like he’s on constant alert for the dog.
Okay, so moving on from that. I took Carl to get his rabies vaccine and needless to say, it did not go exactly as planned. The problem is, Carl hates strangers, strange places, needles, men, women, children, pets, doors, credit cards, and me. So naturally, he was angry when we got there. You can’t blame him for that. At check in, we had to place his carrier in the corner facing the wall so he would stop growling at the children that thought he was fluffy and cute.
When it was time to get his shot, he freaked out and tried to bite my face. Luckily, I’m real smart and moved super fast (kind of like when Neo dodged the bullet in the matrix), and successfully avoided the razor sharp teeth. However, this made the assistant nervous, so she decided to take Carl into a separate room and had Matt, Zoey, and I wait out in the hallway.
Now, let me say this: What I am about to say took place in a matter of minutes, and maybe even seconds . To me, it felt like eternity…
You know in horror movies where you hear something being tortured but can’t see it?
All at once, I began to hear Carl growl, spit, and who knows what. Things were being knocked over in the room and the two employees started to yell. One ran out of the room with her hand swollen and covered in blood. The next stuck her head out and screamed, “WE NEED THE DOCTOR IN HERE!”.
Matt looked as though he could kill a fluffy animal.
Two more people dashed into the room, while the doctor was moved into the hallway. He said, “This better be important to pull me out of an exam!”
Another man replied, “Would we get you if it wasn’t an emergency!?”
I flattened up against the wall and looked at other pets hoping they would forget that Carl was the one that came with me. More people began to run back and forth out of the room. There was more yelling from both people and cat, and another person charged into the room holding a broom like a baseball bat.
After a few more seconds of increased chaos, everything went quiet. They opened the door. The way that the men victoriously walk after they destroyed the asteroid in Armageddon is not far off from the slow motion walk I witnessed from the employees that escaped the exam room that day.
The original assistant approached me with the carrier. Carl had a long black rope wrapped around him and about four feet hanging out the front door of his carrier. They said, “Keep the rope. He’s not allowed back unless he’s been sedated prior to the exam. Pick up the medicine before you come.”
I feel like I should show you the first picture again…. Remember how pretty he was?
Totally worth the vet visit and more…. I think.
Whoever creates the cleverest caption to this next photo wins! Wins what?! They win a picture of Carl e-mailed directly to them. So, friends, celebrities, family members: May the odds be ever in your favor and good luck!