Well if you get to know me through my blog or if you know me anyway, you know we are dog and cat people. We generally just like animals period. This much to my mothers unhappiness. It was now August and summer was coming to and end. Mary Hannah had not made many friends. She had been hanging out with me, sister in law #1(aka Tracey) and her children Taylor and Bradon. So I talked sparklie somewhat getting older boyfriend to go with me to the Humane Society. Now in Tennessee it was just a "pound". Here in Ft. Worth it was the humane society. I decided maybe just maybe I could afford a cat. I had about $300 left in checking and the savings was a non issue after all the electric bills. I sat lil priss down and said "now we are going to go and look for a cat we can't afford a dog". She smile and said OK. Wow that kid has never been dumb.
So we pull up to the Humane Society. We go in. Miss Priss aka Mary Hannah said can we just look at the puppies. I figure what can one little look hurt. She understands we can't afford a dog. So we go into the puppy dog area. Low and behold there she was Mitzie. Scruffy little somthing. She was cute. Miss Priss firmly stated I WANT THAT ONE. I told her " now Mary Hannah I told you we can't get a dog. Mom is going to work soon and then we will get a dog. Well hell , Mitzie with her little pitiful self licked my hand right then. I looked at Bill ( sparklie almost not quite new boyfriend ) he just laughed. So, I said how much can a dog cost right.
In Tennessee you go to the pound pay about 20 bucks or so and you have a dog. Not in Texas. Not at the Humane Society. So I inquire about Mitzie. She's 85 bucks! omg ok will I had 35 dollars in my wallet and sparklie had about 20. NOT ENOUGH. So I send sparklie down to the ATM on the corner. (this was not a good neighborhood) while I wait with miss prissy and Mitzie. Calculating how much some Science Diet is going to cost. The nice humane society lady comes in and I fill out the paperwork. People have to fill out less paperwork to go into the White House. I'm just sayin. So we get all that done and we leave with the dog. We stop at Pet Smart. My first trip to a fancy dog food store. We buy all the things required for this dog. We get back to our cubicle apartment. I had not paid a pet deposit. So now I'm hoping Mitzie is not a yapper. Now the "society" told us she was potty trained and about 5 years old. She promptly pees in the floor of the living room. NICE!
So we take Mitzie back to the Pet Smart to get groomed. We leave her and I'm taking Miss Prissy out to eat. Sparklie had gone to pick up his children for their visitation night. Well we go back to pick up Mitzie and she is crying. Barking and having a fit. Eyes are running and its a mess. We have to go to the vet. So I ask the groomer, who didn't look old enough to be a cashier where the vet is. There was a 24 hr. vet just down the road she said. She gave me directions and I was like ummm how do I get there from the Star Telegram. She had no idea. So here we go crying child, crying dog with her head stuck out the window in the big caddie to the all night vet. Three wrong turns later, a mess up on the south freeway where i had to drive over the big bridge in the mixmaster and we were there. This was not going to be cheap.
We get to the all night vet and well you guessed it The Pet Smart had burned off her cornea's ... or something that cost like that anyway. So I get Mitzie, the meds and the crying miss prissy gathered up. I go the front desk and explain what has happened and check to see how much the bill is. Well low and behold more than I had. You saw this coming right? So I hand my handy dandy debit card to the cashier and tell her start at what I owe you and go back. While she's trying to find a number that the card will take, I'm calling sparkles. Well sparkles is at dinner with his offspring. I tell him I need help fast. Well he's way over in some place I can't get to by way of The Ranch Style Bean factory. So he talks to the nice cashier and I have no idea how he did it but he convinced her to let me leave with the poor dog. He told her he would be in to take care of it in the morning. The girl looked at me like I was kinda of pitiful and said honey where are you from. I was like ummmm Tennessee why. She said with an accent like that you can't be a crook. I just smiled and said see you tomorrow. I was like OK your stupid but thanks. Sparklie went and paid the bill the next day and I was out of hock.
Well Mitzie it turns out was not 5 she was about 14 and she only lived a few years after that but she was Miss Prissy's constant companion. She was worth way more than what she cost me. It was a sad day when we had to take her to the vet for her to be put to sleep. How do you explain that one to a small missy prissy when she knows she's not really asleep. Well Mitzie was a good dog and we loved her. She had a very eventful few years with us anyway.
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