…………………the little veterinarian technician scooted back into the clinic…….

…..never to be seen again…….

…..but two burly, seasoned, grizzled, matriarchal vet-techs emerged…….with a can-do attitude…….

…..(they were a little scary)…and away we all went with a whoosh…….

…..and we were succinctly & firmly ensconced behind two latched doors.

I requested a stack of paper towels…….

…..and we waited…….

…..and we evacuated…….

(Dr. Russell has some very nicely absorbent paper towels.)

…..and we waited…….

…..sooner or later the pups would start to get tired of their day’s outing and maybe lay down to nap…….(?)

…..and sooner or later (one would think) they would empty out completely of any and all evacuants…….(?)

…………………neither one of those two things happened…………………

…..so I waited and I sopped…….

…..and I waited, while I sponge-ied…….

…..my younger daughter offered herself up as an adult-sized, chew toy by sitting on the floor amid the puddles and puppies…….(she’s a good sport)

*******Finally we were all seen, and probed, and vaccinated, and implanted (microchips)******

…..the paperwork and “the plastic” was flying…….

…..and then the grizzled, hefty techs re-appeared…….just for us…….

…..and we were all re-deposited back in the tarped, damp, puppy-mobile…….

…..and we headed home……..

…………………and my head is still ringing………………….(maybe it’s the rock concerts and the Walkman’s from the ’70’s and the ’80’s?…….)-(or maybe it’s the sleep deprivation and the overwhelming, overly-zealous puppies?)……..

…..I just don’t know anymore………………….

…..I just don’t…..