24 September 2007

Existential Crisis Averted

After having an existential crisis at the Renegades' game on Friday night, I gathered at the Scarlet Oak with Cameo, Code Red and Goy on Sat. night to ease back into the weekend. The crisis involved a serious health scare with Vito that began with me rushing to the animal hospital -- barefoot -- and ended with a meltdown on the Common. "Why do we do this to ourselves? I"m never getting another dog. I can't handle the heartbreak. My God. Why did I have kids!? Am I crazy?" Cameo warned me of overdramatization in the bleachers, basically telling me to calm down and have a glass of Cavit.

BTW: Vito is fine now. It was likely just a case of heat exhaustion suffered at the hands of an ill-informed dog groomer who muzzled him and stuck him under a dryer. A giant no-no with short-nosed dogs -- expecially morbidly-obese pugs who start sucking wind if they have to walk more than 10 yards.

Advice heeded: Calm down. Breathe. Have a few glasses. Never ever take Vito to that groomer again.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

KJ, Glad to hear that Vito is OK.

lpd said...

Poor, poor Vito. Glad you saved the day, KJ, and that Vito is back to himself.

KJ said...

Thanks, friends. He's fine. Back to whining at the fridge and licking the couch. Whew.

Curious George said...

What is with all of the code names? Code Red, Cameo, Goy, LPD etc. I mean, Code Red seems obvious but the rest deserve mention. I think you should do a piece that explains all of them.

KJ said...

Curious George: Some things are sacred. And believe it or not, Code Red is not called Code Red simply because of her lovely red hair! :)