Puppy Uppers

Lucy and Ben

Yesterday was just one of those days.

It started off with messages about screwed-up payroll deductions, hassles about 401(k) withholds, followed shortly thereafter by surgery delayed by another surgeon, messing up my schedule for most of the morning. In the office, the new scanner didn’t work, the EMR still has bugs that I can’t sort out, and there is the usual extraordinary pile of charts and paperwork that seem to grow faster than my ability to process them. My to-do list, in spite of getting many things done, actually was longer at the end of the day than at the beginning. Sorting all of this out, or as much as was possible, kept me at the office ’till nearly 9 p.m. I was in a decidedly snarky mood from all of this when I arrived home.

Then, in just a few minutes, life was good again. You see, I took a big dose of puppy uppers.

Those of you, like me, who were addicted to the old classic Saturday Night Live episodes, will have some truly memorable ones. My list is long, but “Puppy Uppers and Doggy Downers”, with Gilda Radner and Laraine Newman, is a long-time favorite.

When I walked in the door, I was immediately greeted by two wonderful dogs. They knew nothing about my struggles with running a small-business or keeping ahead of the alligators of health care which routinely take large chunks of my gluteus maximus indiscriminately. They spent most of the day sleeping and eating, with breaks for chewing on rawhide and fighting over old bones. But their faces light up when I walk in the door, and seeing them is a major shot of endorphins. Jumping, licking, barking, pawing–the kind of enthusiasm you find nowhere else, makes everything else really okay.

Life is really pretty darn good.

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10 thoughts on “Puppy Uppers

  1. *hands Dr. Bob a gluteus maximus repair kit complete with a stainless steel posterior protector*

    Puppy love is grand … uncomplicated … affective in all the right places.

    Thank you for sharing.

  2. My thoughts exactly! Last year I acquired a female pug – and there is just nothing better to improve my mood than to watch that ridiculous face greet me at the door. I love her so much, I’m adopting a male to round out the family.

    Don’t you just love their kind of unboundable love?

  3. We are still adjusting to being dog-less, since our last doggie, Sadie, died on Monday night, with her head in her daddy’s lap. She went down so fast. Today we realized that coming home is a very different experience, without at least one dog to greet us. A cat is just not the same, sweetheart that he is.

  4. Thank you, Dr. B. She went downhill so quickly that, late Monday afternoon, we’d begun to think we might actually have to make that awful decision sometime this week. By 9 p.m., we knew we had to hurry, in order to save her even a little bit of suffering. I don’t think she would have lasted another hour. We knew she was old, but we didn’t know anything more awful was going on.

    It does help, though, to know that it really is time, as opposed to wondering if we’re rushing it.

  5. The picture of the dogs froze me. We are dog lovers, too. Comming home to a wagging golden retriever who has springs in his rear feet is just what I need after the brain drain from school. We not only get the amazing bouncing retriever that manages only to touch his cold wet nose on your shoulders, but he growls, roo-roo-roos, and ew-UHfs his greeting the moment the car door opens.

    I *especially* liked your poodle. We just lost our standard poodle (daughter pronounces “pew-dle”), and the face of yours gave me a happy memory of my own.

    Dogs rule!

    Krista in Missouri (soon moving back to Washington state!)

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