This afternoon was busy at work. We had a full schedule without any breaks and we even had a scheduled euthanasia of an 18 yr old cat that would happen in between all the other chaos going on in the schedule.
Earlier this morning, a sweet older man, who had lost his wife a few years earlier and had only his sweet dog Macy left, called to say that Macy had been very sick the past few days and he was upset and wanting her to be seen, if we could. So I had squeezed Macy in between all this other madness...the front door was like a revolving saloon door...So when Macy arrived with her owner, it was chaos and she could sense that she was needing a quick escape.
And so...she took it. Before we could stop her, Macy had snuck out of her leash and collar and was running like a bat out of hell all over our parking lot and grass area. Off went her owner, who in his sorry condition of being partially handicapped, was in no condition to catch Macy. One of our techs, Heather, who is 6 months pregnant, was on her way out the front door to help until it dawned on her face that SHE was in no condition to be chasing after the little white poof that was running around crazily...I thought for a split second that I could be of some assistance until I remembered I had 2 broken ribs and wasn't going to catch anything faster than a turtle. That left Christy and Sarah, who both darted out of the office trying to cut Macy off from going into the very busy street of McDermott. Things did NOT look good.
McDermott is a 6 way BUSY street..3 lanes going each way - at 40 mph. Macy was going to end up a squished puff of smoke. We had one more tech run out to help and then also the owners of two of other patients, but Macy was only wanting to find her owner. But every time Macy got close to her owner and everyone started to close in, she would dart...The panic hit when she ran out into McDermott and ended up in the middle on the medium. I was pleading under my breath 'no no no' as she ran to the other side and down the next block and then I screamed as I saw her running back, knowing she was going to attempt to cross back over McDermott.
It was scary to see all of us paralyzed in our spots, not able to do anything but watch Macy running hard to make it back. Sarah was doing her best to stop traffic one way while Christy was doing her best to stop it the other way, allowing Macy to run to her owner, who had a very difficult time scooping Macy up without tumbling over himself from his handicap.
This happened twice. Oh yes...it wasn't enough drama that Macy crossed McDermott once but she crossed it again.
Yeah...she is a SHIHTzu...with emphasis where you can only imagine.
I can only say that now, as the story finally ended with Macy finding the comfort of her owners arms after a desperate attempt at her escaping her 'doctors visit'.
I know many of us don't like to go to the doctor...but wasn't this going a little too far???
Looking back on the scene and now picturing everything in my head, I giggle seeing all these adults running around frantically trying to catch this little white bullet crossing multiple lanes of traffic...cars coming to screeching halts, traffic backing up as scrubs are dashing in between lanes trying to scoop up this little creature into the safety of secure arms.
It's only funny now. It wasn't funny then and it would not be funny in the future. But it is funny now.
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