Flying Fish

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home again home again, jiggity jig

Here in the wee little town of Haines, AK we don’t have a regular veterinarian, we have a vet that visits about 4 or 6 times a year. She is an amazing woman, patient and kind (unless you’re a bad pet owner, then she’s pretty fierce) and she has amazing stamina. However… the next time she’s in town, she won’t be doing surgeries so I had to take the new doggie to Juneau to be spayed.

That means a 4 hour ferry ride with a new, untested, dog in the car on a noisy car deck with no supervision. That means traveling by ferry if there’s room on board for the car, traveling with lots of high school kids if there’s an away game or competition, scheduling an appointment at the vet, they don’t do surgery on weekends, staying at friends’ with a young dog then a young dog that’s disoriented and in pain from surgery and on and on. It also means time in Juneau where the bulk shopping gets done at Costco and Fred Meyer and (yay new dog) Petco. In other words it takes time, money and patience.

Usually I stay with good friends of my parents (my folks passed away years ago). This couple and their daughter have been my second family for ages, a place of ease and comfort. Except this time. The daughter G had her wisdom teeth pulled a few days before Birdie and I arrived on the scene. Suffice it to say the dog and I were in the way and not really welcome this time. THANK gawd for the kindness of a friend I worked with on the Cruise West boats! Carol welcomed me into their chaotic lives with open arms and lots of laughter. We watched lots of chick flicks with their daughter, hours of football on Sunday and ate and drank and laughed some more. I haven’t sat around that much for a long time, my hips were sore and ready for yoga when I got home. Whew.

Home again with a years’ worth of toilet paper, a non fertile dog, a few months worth of dog food and a couple flats of fresh fruit.

Juneau was my home for the beginning of my life, my anchor spot until Dad died. It isn’t anymore, in spite of the amazing arts community, it’s just too dark and depressing there.

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One thought on “home again home again, jiggity jig

  1. Glad you are home safe! What a shiny doggie!

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