Wednesday, July 30, 2014

totally not fair, seriously

It was not fair, she thought.  Timmy the beagle should have legs that work, not dangly floppy things hanging off his rear.  And Daddy's surgical tools were all sharp and shiny because they were real doctor's tools, not the fake plastic things that came with her little sister's toysets.   The robot arms from Mommy's lab in the basement had hands on the ends, but they looked almost like dog legs, and anyway Timmy would really like to have hands instead of feet so he could climb onto the big bed by himself instead of waiting to be picked up from the floor, all forlorn looking.  She'd seen the TV shows where someone put a liquid in a syringe and injected someone, and they fell asleep, but the liquid she found that said "anaesthetic" on it didn't make Timmy fall asleep and lay still for very long.  He'd woken up after she got the second useless leg off, and was trying to attach the wires and metal to bones and muscle.  Of course Timmy had panicked and tried to leap out of the tub (the big Jacuzzi one that 4 adults could sit in, not the tiny one in the shower), but fortunately she'd made sure the bathroom door was securely closed. She'd injected him again, and he didn't fall asleep, but did lay still and let her drag him back into the Jacuzzi.

It was totally not fair, Timmy getting all scared and trying to escape when she was trying to help him.  Now she had to clean all this blood off the cream-colored tile *and* finish the bionic dog before her parents got home; they would be so mad about the mess, though they would probably be more mad about the nice Egyptian cotton towels that had blood on them, that she was scrubbing the floor with.  It wasn't working well. All she had was shampoo and hand soap, all the cleaners were downstairs in the closet where the housekeeper kept them.

Timmy's whimper echoed in the big bathroom. The heavy breathing from the tub began to crack and slow.  Oh darn, she thought;  don't die on me, stupid dog.  Don't make me have to take you down to Mommy's lab and bring you back to life after fixing your stupid broken dog legs.

1 comment:

  1. This was delightfully painful to read. Thanks for sharing!

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