Just in case you were wondering…

Our Big Dog, Shelly, is getting a bit older.  So at her last visit to the vet,  they wanted to do some blood work.  Naturally, the vet wanted to take her in the back room to have the blood drawn. I happen to know that my dogs really don’t like going in the secret back rooms of the veterinary clinic.  I suggested to the Vet Assistant that she simply draw the blood in the exam room.  For some reason, she didn’t want to.

Our Big Dog Shelly, is…well…big.  She decided that she didn’t want to go to the back room and no amount of coaxing or bribing could convince her to leave my side. (I suppose I could’ve helped a bit more, but I understood how scary it was back there!) The vet finally came in with a big huge needle (I told Shelly not to look) made sure I was seated and then told me that if I fainted, she wasn’t going to catch me.  (Interestingly, that’s what Shaun’s doctor told me when I was watching him get a procedure.  I can’t help but wonder if I just look wimpy.)  Shelly allowed them to take her blood, and I somehow managed to hold on to consciousness.

A few days later, our vet called with the lab results from Shelly’s bloodwork.  She told us that there were a few irregularities and asked us to bring in a urine sample.  We just looked at each other…a urine sample…from our dog???  Shaun is always up for a challenge and volunteered to get the sample.  I graciously volunteered to let him. 

So last night Shaun asked me to help him with the urine collecting task.  He assured me that all I had to do was hold the leash when we took Shelly for a walk.  Dubious about my role in this, I agreed to hold the leash.  I met Shaun and Shelly at the door.  (Our Little Dog, Penny was there too, she didn’t want to miss out in the fun)

I raised my eyebrows but didn’t say a word (aren’t you proud of me?) when I saw that Shaun had a large garbage bag over his clothes and was wearing heavy duty vinyl work gloves.  “let’s go!” he asserted and we headed out the door.  We walked a short distance (all the way out to the road!) when the lure of all the grass was too much for Shelly and she started to squat.  

This was the moment Shaun had been waiting for.  He whipped a disposable pie pan out from under his garbage bag and placed it directly under Shelly and captured her urine.  Shelly spun around with the oddest expression on her face wondering what on earth he was doing to her.  Shaun, of course, played dumb and tried to distract Shelly. 

Quick as a wink, Shaun transferred the contents of the pie tin to a small container (which may have been acquired from the small tower of them in the regular doctor’s office.  Not that I would know anything about that) and placed in a plastic Ziploc bag.  

Mission Accomplished!

(just in case you were wondering….)

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10 Responses to Just in case you were wondering…

  1. Kathy Ariano says:

    I would love to have seen photos of this!!! Esp. Shaun in his ‘HAZMAT’ gear!!

    I’m glad the dog didn’t budge!
    I got the same attitude in an ER one time when my son needed sutures. The nurse (male) said condescendingly, “Mommies tend to grow faint when their little ones get stitched.” I looked at him and said, “Not this mommy; she’s not going anywhere. Now get on with it.”

  2. wenderina says:

    necessity is the mother of invention. ingenious.

  3. sinkuenta says:

    Shaun has proved to be very efficient!! I hope there is nothing wrong with the dog!

  4. Christine says:

    Thanks for the giggle when I read your post this morning. Your husband is hysterical, by the way. I have the funniest pictures in my head right now!

    Here’s hoping Shelly is just fine and dandy. 🙂

  5. He should put it all in a kit, patent it and make a fortune off of it.

  6. tommie says:

    this was too colorful for words……

    a phone that takes pics would only be the icing on the cake

  7. Jocelyn says:

    I have long loved the word “boondoggle.” And I love that you and Shaun have defined it perfectly here.

  8. Jamie says:

    I hope your big baby is okay.

    I have seen my husband more than once, running around in the yard behind our dog with a styrofoam coffee cup in his hand, trying to shove it under him at just the right time. I laughed everytime, although I often wonder what our neighbors thought.

  9. I’ve never even considered the difficulty of getting a urine sample from a dog. The mental image this confured was quite funny.

    I hope the dog is ok.