Wednesday, October 07, 2015

Old Age is Like a Hangover



Okay, I suppose I'm not that old yet, but I am fast approaching the age mentioned in a certain old Beatles song.

I first worked at anything other than babysitting or selling in my parents' stores when I was fifteen.

I was hired to clean kennels and walk and feed dogs for our local veterinarian. I stayed with the job for a goodly number of years, well up into my twenties.

Those years involved certain behaviors in which I would not indulge today, and indeed have not indulged for decades 'n' decades.

Said activities made Saturday and Sunday mornings spent kneeling on the floor, head in a kennel, cleaning up papers decorated with the results of whatever the occupant did over night, problematic to say the least.

Our patients were sick and scared. Or if they were boarders, very unhappy at not being home with their folks.

They reacted accordingly. The papers were daunting. Weekend mornings were painful.

This morning, straight-laced and sober sided, I picked Mack's papers up off the floor in the kitchen. Though my only indulgence last night was a good dinner and a good night's sleep, I was catapulted back to the days in the dog ward. Headache, yes, queasy, well, not that at least, aching all over? Yup.

 I didn't even have fun getting that way. Oh, well, puppies is worth it....

And I do have a very professional paper piling technique left over from all those kennels...didn't spill a drop.

Or a plop.



4 comments:

Throwback at Trapper Creek said...

Ah, the good old days ;) I'm thinking I only have about one more heifer to train to milk in me, getting creaky.

Love the puppy!

Jan said...

All that cuteness is priceless

Terry and Linda said...

Or a plop! Made me smile!

Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com

threecollie said...

Nita, yeah, I don't envy you that chore. I only ever started a few heifers, having had Ralph and the kids to do it, but I have done it. A cow I loved at least as much as any other was old Cookie. She had her first calf when Ralph was in the hospital. I was scared stiff of her, but she never kicked and was gentle and sweet her whole life.I was that grateful!

Jan, I swear, he knows exactly how cute he is too. He sits looking at you tilting his little head from side to side just as if he was studying what to get up to next. lol

Linda, he does ask to go outdoors, but he is also a lot quicker than we are. lol