A/N: I can't even begin to explain why this is so late. I'm really, really sorry about that.
April 4
I'm going to be blunt about this.
Rags took a shit on our floor today.
I woke up to a REALLY bad smell and I wondered if Patty was trying to cook a dead squirrel. When I got up to investigate, I followed the smell to Rag's bed. Then, I saw it. Right underneath the blanket, as if he was trying to hide it.
And guess who had to clean that up?
I don't get why he couldn't walk outside and shit there, he usually does. We didn't even have to train him. He was already housebroken when we let him in.
It wasn't a solid shit, either. It was a liquid one. The type that is really, really hard to pick up with a shopping bag because of course I'm not planning on actually touching that with my bare hands, are you crazy? So, after I cleaned up his little mess, (Which by the way, was probably the single worst thing I ever had to pick up in my entire life) I stomped to Patty's room, knowing he'd take refuge in there.
My day had already started out bad. And I hadn't even been up for ten minutes yet!
But when I got there, angrily opening the door and demanding explanations, what I saw was definitely not what I expected.
Patty and Rags were crouched in the corner of the room, Patty clutching Rags with their backs facing me. It looked like Rags was spitting something out. Patty was stroking him with a slightly shaking hand, and turned to face me, her features flooded with worry.
She continued to stroke Rags while she spoke to me. "Sis, please don't be mad at him. He couldn't help it. I think he's sick. Really, really sick." She said, her lips quivering. She moved slightly so I could see what Rags was doing. He was vomiting all over the floor. I didn't feel very angry anymore, and I went over to check on him.
I crouched down real low and petted him on the back of his neck while he whimpered a bit. I frowned. "Hey, buddy. You okay? You sick? Are you sick?" I asked him, but of course he didn't reply seeing as how he's a dog and all. He continued to throw up, and Patty grabbed my hand. "Is he gonna be okay, Sis?" She asked me.
Honestly, I didn't know. Rags is a pretty old dog. I don't think he's older than seven. Maybe this is a way of telling us that his time is almost up here on earth. I hope not. I came to really like this dog. And I know Patty would be miserable without him. I would be, too.
So I suggested that we take him to the vet. Patty instantly agreed with me, and we put on our sweaters. I put Rags on his old leash and we walked to the vet around the block that we often pass. I've never been in there before though, and I wasn't sure how much vets usually charge, so I just took all our money. I hoped we didn't have to spend too much.
We sign our names and wait, hoping it doesn't take too long. Patty and I skipped our breakfasts and we were starving. Our stomachs rumbled so much that the nice old lady behind the counter let Patty have her granola bar. We saw some other interesting pets there too, like a little Chihuahua (I hope I'm spelling that right) who wouldn't stop barking at Rags, who was trying to sleep, a cat who climbed on my head (I hate cats. So much.) And even a parrot.
Finally, when our names were called, we tried to lead Rags to the doctor, but he wouldn't move and I didn't wanna risk him throwing up all over the nice, clean floors here, so I carried him instead.
Rags is a big dog. Did I ever mention that? I think he's a boxer, and probably weighs more than a hundred pounds. I put one arm under his bum and the other wrapped around his chest. I can tell I've surprised a few people in the waiting room with my strength, including myself. Patty laughs and follows me, and the guy shows us into a small room with a silver table. He motions for me to put Rags down on it, so I do. He asks us a few questions and then he runs a few tests. I fell asleep in my chair at this point. No really, I'm not making this up. Ask Patty.
When he's done, which is like, three frigging hours later, he tells us that Rags has a minor case of Urinary Tract Infection. He holds up a small bottle of what I thought originally was filled with orange juice or Sunny D. But then I realized that the word "urine" means piss.
I recoil in disgust and Patty laughs. She falls out of her seat. "Gross! You had to take a sample of his pi- uh, pee?" He nods and smirks, obviously amused by my disgust. "While you were sleeping. Did you have a nice nap, by the way?" He asks me, and I nod slightly, embarrassed.
Anyway, he gives us a prescription for the pills and tells us to pick them up in a few days. We pay the money (I don't even wanna say how much it was.) and leave, not feeling very accomplished. I'm starving to death and Patty's not much better. We decided to take the easy way out and just go to a diner. But we walked out on the check. I don't think they even noticed.
It's been a few hours since we went to the vet, and Rags is starting to scare me. He's puking all over. I sent him outside with some food, water, blanket, and I even made the world's crappiest dog house out of some old floor boards that broke off. I super-glued them together, but hey, it's still standing. I just hope it doesn't fall on him while he's sleeping. Patty's been out there with him for a while. She's a nervous wreck, and that isn't like her at all. I'm a bit worried about her now, too. Am I the only sane person left in Brooklyn?
Speaking of Patty, she's the reason I delayed so long in writing in this. Apparently, she thought it would be funny to steal my journal in the middle of the night and read to whole God damn thing. She tried to sneak it back to me the other night, but she stubbed her toe in the doorway and yelped in pain, and I woke up to catch her in the act. I have no problem with her stealing, so long as it's not from me.
But don't worry, I've found a nice new home for this journal underneath some loose floor boards in my room. Hopefully it'll take her a while to find it this time.
-Liz
Responses:
xxBurningxx: That is a great comparison xD Oh Liz, you little virus. And thank you again!~
XxXPeaceReaperXxX: Glad that somebody caught that! I was wondering if anyone would remember that scene. And I like to capture Liz as trying to be the mother that she and Patty never had. I think she's super-sweet, even though she tries to act tough on the outside~ And I'm really glad that my writing is improving, since I've been doing quite a lot of it recently. I reread the first chapter of this, then I read the last chapter and I was proud of how much better it got~ And thanks so much dear, you never fail to brighten my day. ^^
Akemi Sato: Thankfully, August is just around the corner c: (Even though in actuality it's 4 months, but I'm going to be skipping dates so it seems shorter) And thanks for the happy birthday, I wish I could've said that earlier xD Oh, and funny story about that. I actually tried teaching a writing class to middle schoolers one summer because I was assigned to do that. It didn't work out too well, I'm extrememly leniant and not the best teacher xD But thank you anyway!~
Tenshi Makenshi: I always love hearing advice on how to improve my writing, so thank you for that! And thanks for the compliment~
~Sippi
