by dubkitty » Fri Feb 05, 2021 11:17 pm
well, i certainly had an interesting day, and i mean that in the same sense as the Chinese proverb "may you live in interesting times." i needed to go to DC to buy weed today, so to have time and be able to get home before 10 PM i got up at 6 and worked from 6:30 to 2:30. so far so good. next i headed into the heart of the beast, past the memorials down Rock Creek Parkway and to my usual meeting spot (in DC weed is semi-legal; you can possess it, but not sell it so there are no shops/dispensaries. a huge sub rosa business community has evolved on a delivery model). the traffic gods were with me and i arrived a half-hour early and was done and dusted in about 6 minutes. things are going as well as can be expected when you're taking 395->95 south out of DC at 6 PM, and i'm about 45 miles from home when Becky calls me on the phone.
first she tells me that Ruby, the 6-month-old French Bulldog puppy, had gastrointestinal issues as she periodically does because she eats sticks, rocks, and anything else she can get down her snoot. then shit gets really weird. she can't drive right now because of her shoulder, so Mike--Becky's sister's kind-of-husband, volunteered to pick Ruby up. he got the dog at 4 PM and was supposed to bring it straight home from the vet. after a couple of hours he stopped answering his phone or texts. now, Mike is not the most stable guy in Mineral, Virginia...he's still on probation for a DUI and can only drive his alcohol-sensor-equipped car during daylight hours. he's also hyperactive, a regularly-backsliding alcoholic with a predilection for eating his month's supply of Adderall in four or five days, and fights (verbally) so much with Michelle that you need a scorecard to know whether they're on or off. you can see why Becca was worried sick. in his last communication he says the dog will be home by 10 to 7. the appointed hour comes and goes, and he's still not picking up. it so happens that the route Google Maps was sending me home by took me right past her house, so i went to support her even though she'd told me to go home. she was relieved to see me, and i walked Penny (the English Bulldog, my BFF) and let her talk. as time wore on i could see her drooping; her head bent forward, her face lined and pale, looking more scared by the second. i rubbed her shoulders while she sat fretting in her wheelchair and did what i could to console her.
Becky had texted him that if the dog wasn't home by 8 she was calling the cops. the hour strikes, and she says "fuck you" and calls the county sheriffs. they come out to take a report and are fixing to put out an APB on his truck when lo and behold, he pulls up to park. 4 hours late. with a sick puppy that hasn't eaten all day because she puked/pooped out everything in her GI tract. driving illegally after dark while on probation. he snuck in through the side door; i saw him and yelled "WHERE THE FUCK IS THE DOG???" he was acting weird and talking in a different, higher-pitched, more befuddled way than usual; i don't know if he was stoned or in a fugue state or what. i grabbed the puppy and took her to Becky's room and put her in the crate.
Becky told the cops all she wanted was the dog back, so they questioned him and cut him loose. he was one lucky motherfucker to have gotten the dog home before the cops were looking for him...if they'd nabbed him on the road he'd be sitting in the local klink, and Michelle's so pissed at him that she wouldn't bail his ass out. Becky paid four thousand dollars for that little girl, and loves her like a child. that's Grand Theft Doggo right there. and it's her birthday tomorrow. before i went home i cupped her cheek in the palm of my hand and said "it's all right...it's over now. go upstairs, take a Klonopin if you have one, and get some rest. and remember, it's your birthday tomorrow and we're going to get together and be happy." as i spoke she softly nestled her head into my hand and looked at me like a little child who's just been scared to death, but is starting to know it's OK. i don't know how in the hell i knew what to do, but i knew that i wasn't going to let her go through it alone. she's the strongest person i've ever known, but i know that inside the hard candy coating is a soft, vulnerable Tootsie Roll sphere.
so i've been going for over 16 hours at full crack...it's about time for me to take two Klonopins and go curl up with Otis. thank lower-case god that's over with.
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dubkitty on Sat Feb 06, 2021 12:25 am, edited 1 time in total.