Had a scary moment the other night, Saturday to be exact…
Most people celebrated Valentines Day on Saturday night. I went to work at Stanford‘s because we had two sold out shows. Holli, my new girlfriend, the physical fitness Champ of 2010 (and a nice girl) went to a party at Crown Center with her girlfriend, Dr. Pam. It was a black-tie charity function, so we decided to meet later at my place around 11 PM.
When I got home Holli and her friend came up and I offered them both a cocktail, orange juice and vodka screwdrivers. Everything was going good until I went to go to the restroom and left everybody in my living room for a few minutes.
That’s when Holli decided to show the Dr. around my condo, leaving their cocktails unattended on the living room table. Whereupon my little dog Junior., a dachshund, decided he was thirsty. He got up on the table and began to drink and lick the ice cubes from the cocktails. When I came back iand saw him doing it I yelled at him to get down. He did, but not before soaking up about a third of a drink.
He seemed OK at first, but as I continued to watch him the poor little dog became DRUNK.
Next thing I knew, Junior was rolling around on the floor and he couldn’t keep on his feet. At first it was kinda cute, but then I got concerned and put him on my bed where he sleeps at night. But instead of going to sleep he followed me with his eye trying to get my attention and then he rolled off the high bed and wiped out on the floor.
He had zero balance. And I thought, maybe he’s in trouble and needs to go to the Vet.
So Holli and I rushed Junior to the vet hospital on Rainbow. Naturally, they were closed. Next Junior peed on Holli’s brand new nice dress in the car. Holli said there was a 24 hour vet on Johnson Drive and by now it was after 1 AM. Lucky, Holli was right, they were open.
So we went in, and of course, we were the only ones there. Next the doctor came out and said, "Usually they can sleep it off, but he was so small he might be very ill." So they put an IV in the little dog and kept him overnight to make sure he was OK.
Now it’s after 2 AM and I’m on a romantic date with a girl in a soiled dress.
Now guess how much everything cost? Five-hundred bucks!
Damn, loving a little dog can be expensive, huh? But I guess it had to be done. They called me the next morning and said Junior was much better and to come get him. I was so happy to see him back to normal. Then I asked if they’d trim his nails and they wanted another 25 bucks.
Junior’s seven and I’ve had him since he was four weeks old. He’s my best pal. The moral of the story; we won’t be clubbing together since he can’t hold his liquor. The Dr. joked that I was lucky I didn’t come out and didn’t see the Junior with a straw up his nose! Very funny Doc.
I’m just glad he’s alright. Lesson learned – expensive lesson learned.