Thanks for your responses.  Glad you enjoy the stories.  I try to
focus on the kitties, but sometimes they are all asleep so there's
nothing much to say.  :)  (Wait, Su-Ling just twitched......)

We have a lot of similar dogs boarding at the clinic, some arrived
last friday, if I may speak about dogs.

We have Roxy S. a big yellow labrador retriever with not much
upstairs.  I think she's getting a dental tomorrow.   Then there's
Roxy M, a golden retriever mix who's staying with her 'pack mate'
Chelsea.  Up next is Roxy R. a Shih-Tzu mix who left today after
staying the weekend with her pack mate Lexy.  And finally there's
Roxie L. another retriever mix who is VERY stubborn.  She puts the
brakes on as soon as you try to walk into the treatment room, so you
have to practically drag her across the floor.  We use slip leases,
and I really don't like pulling hard, because you're practically
strangling the dog.  But then again, if the dog is squatting and you
cannont budge the dog an inch, then you kinda hafta alternate between
pressure and coaxing/pleading which turns into getting another tech to
get behind the dog and push.  It's a struggle to get her through the
treatment room; it's a struggle to get her back into her run, and it's
a struggle to try to make it out of the run without her pushing past
you and out the door and you're chasing her screaming, "Loose dog!!!"

That's the four Roxies, and then there's what I call the Spastic White
Dogs.   You've probably seen them.  They're small or tiny, white, and
fluffy, usually a Maltese or Maltese mix.  And they seemingly are
constantly on speed.  They are so hyper it makes a kid with ADHD
appear depressed.  And you know what they say, the smaller the dog,
the bigger the ego.  And the final, unifying characteristic they all
share is a loud, rapid, high pitched bark.
YIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPIYIPYIPYIP!!!!!!!

The only thing that keeps me from drop-kicking these animals is
1)They're not my dogs.  2) there are rare times when they are kinda
cute.  Cuddles II is one such dog.  The only time when she was reallky
quiet was last week when she got spayed.  hehehehehe, too woozy to
jump up and down.  She's the cutest in my opinion.   When I put on her
e-collar after her spay, you could almost see the question mark above
her head and I couldn't stop giggling.   There are a total of five of
these Spastic White dogs; Cuddles II, Marshmallow, Misha, Caine, and
Lizzie.

Oh and BTW, since all these dogs are so hyper, they have no concept of
when to go to the bathroom.  They just go in their cages, and proceed
to make a mess.  You take the dog out for a walk, which is pointless
cause they already went.  You bring them back in, tie up the leash so
yo ucan clean up their mess.  You clean and disefect the cage, and
attempt  to clean the dog's paws which after the fifth time is
pointless.  You stick them back in the cage and go do something else.
Then later when you walk into the kennels for another matter you see
that same dog has continued to make yet another mess.  *sigh*  This is
also typical of most dogs with a low IQ.   Lizzie, one of the Spastic
White Dogs, does this ALL THE TIME.   And we'll get the occasional cat
that does this too.

Enough about dogs, on to the kitties.   We had a beautiful cat in
today named Rinky.  At first I thought she was a Russian Blue, but she
was a darker grey.  She was looooooong and skinny, but had a short,
fat tail.  Her coat and overall look was so sleek and shiny.   She was
quite pretty.  But of course like most cats who look pretty, they
quickly turn UGLY.  Especially when we try to do things like taking
x-rays, taking temperatures, etc...

I spent my lunch hour on the phone with my insurance company to get my
windshielf replaced. (Take one small rock, add a whole summer of hot
days, and you get a good 3 foot crack in your windshield that's gonna
cost me $182.75.  Grrrrrrrrr.... Well thank goodness I worked all that
overtime).  Anyways, I'm one the phone and trying to eat my Subway
Honey Mustard Ham sandwich.  All the while trying to watch the
Olympics and keep an eye on Pete who is hovering and is hunched over
like a vulture, just waiting for my sandwich to get close enough so he
can stick out a paw.   He was disappointed when I finished, but then
my coworker Justin came in with a roast beef sandwich and Pete went to
hunch and hover next to him.

Enough for now,

Cheers,

Kristi