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sammiz · 06-27-2008, 07:01 PM

I think my very most traumatic experience with Sassy was an incident from last month.

I had a very jammed up day because I had so many things to do and Sassy's vet was leaving for some days and I needed to have her ears re-checked before he left.

Before the appointment, I had to deliver some menus to one of my restaurant accounts. As I left there, I took my bank card out to pay and she comped my ticket so I put my card away and left to go home and get Sassy for her appointment.

I got her and we went to the vet and there were a lot of BIG dogs in there and that always makes me very paranoid. So I held Sassy the whole while....we saw the vet...everything was fine.

I was waiting to pay with all those BIG dogs around us at the desk, and one of them was very interested in Sassy which made me quite nervous. I had taken my card out to pay and it was on the counter. There were quite a few ahead of me and we were waiting for Sassy's paperwork from the back so we could be processed. Meanwhile, I was dealing with the bigger dogs while being assured by their owners they wouldn't do anything. But I am really afraid of large dogs, anyway, so their reassurances were of no comfort to me.

Finally, it was our turn to pay. Thank goodness! I looked in my purse to get my card...it wasn't there. Oh NO! I think. Then, I thought maybe I left it at the restaurant. So I paid with a credit card and went to my van to look for my card. I placed Sassy in her seat and went to the drivers side and proceeded to empty my purse onto the seat. No card. Now I am really distressed because it is connected to my bank account and I could be wiped out if it was lost.

I called the restaurant. Nope. Not there. So now I am on the phone with the bank canceling the card. No activity on it so far so I didn't need to worry about that. While I was on the phone waiting for the bank, I got a beep, which I ignored so I could finish with canceling the card.

Once that was done I checked my calls. It was one of the girls inside telling me that my card was in there. Great. I had finished canceling it already. **SIGH**

Before I thought of what I was doing and out of pure habit, I reached up and pushed the lock button and closed the door. OH MY GOSH!! My keys and my baby are in there!! It is hot, too! About 79 or 80 degrees. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!

I couldn't call my roadside service, for all of the info was in my purse in the van. I thought maybe someone inside would be able to help. Nope.

So I called my husband who would be on his way home from work at that time. He said he could be there in 20 or 30 minutes. I told him we don't have 20 or 30 minutes...HURRY!

I stood right there at the window, watching my baby pant. Then she wanted to lay down and not pant. I tapped the window each time she laid down and she would get back up and pant. I was afraid that it she stopped panting it was a bad thing. I looked around the parking lot for something to break the window with. There was nothing. I called my husband again. Almost there, he said. But he had to go by the house and pick up the extra set of keys.

I cannot describe to you what it was like standing there looking at her knowing she was so hot. Although I was parked in the shade, eighty degrees outside would make for a very much hotter inside. I waited a few minutes and started looking in earnest for something to break the window with. Whilst doing so, I called him and said if you aren't here in the next two minutes I am smashing the glass (although I had not yet found anything to do the smashing with). I was pretty hysterical. He was just turning the corner into the parking lot.THANK GOD!!

I got my baby and took her inside. They said she was fine. I wanted to make certain that there weren't going to be any adverse affect from the heat. Her temperature was one degree higher than it was supposed to be. They put her on an IV for hydration. When they called me to the room to come get her, I lost it. I was so frightened! I began sobbing and hugged the guy. He probably thought I was crazy. And so I was. Crazy with relief that my baby was okay.

I told you it was a trauma, eh?

06-27-2008, 07:01 PM	#13
sammiz No Longer a Member Join Date: Jan 2007 Location: PORTERVILLE, CA Posts: 1,574	Mine and Sassy's TRAUMA (very long!) I think my very most traumatic experience with Sassy was an incident from last month. I had a very jammed up day because I had so many things to do and Sassy's vet was leaving for some days and I needed to have her ears re-checked before he left. Before the appointment, I had to deliver some menus to one of my restaurant accounts. As I left there, I took my bank card out to pay and she comped my ticket so I put my card away and left to go home and get Sassy for her appointment. I got her and we went to the vet and there were a lot of BIG dogs in there and that always makes me very paranoid. So I held Sassy the whole while....we saw the vet...everything was fine. I was waiting to pay with all those BIG dogs around us at the desk, and one of them was very interested in Sassy which made me quite nervous. I had taken my card out to pay and it was on the counter. There were quite a few ahead of me and we were waiting for Sassy's paperwork from the back so we could be processed. Meanwhile, I was dealing with the bigger dogs while being assured by their owners they wouldn't do anything. But I am really afraid of large dogs, anyway, so their reassurances were of no comfort to me. Finally, it was our turn to pay. Thank goodness! I looked in my purse to get my card...it wasn't there. Oh NO! I think. Then, I thought maybe I left it at the restaurant. So I paid with a credit card and went to my van to look for my card. I placed Sassy in her seat and went to the drivers side and proceeded to empty my purse onto the seat. No card. Now I am really distressed because it is connected to my bank account and I could be wiped out if it was lost. I called the restaurant. Nope. Not there. So now I am on the phone with the bank canceling the card. No activity on it so far so I didn't need to worry about that. While I was on the phone waiting for the bank, I got a beep, which I ignored so I could finish with canceling the card. Once that was done I checked my calls. It was one of the girls inside telling me that my card was in there. Great. I had finished canceling it already. SIGH Before I thought of what I was doing and out of pure habit, I reached up and pushed the lock button and closed the door. OH MY GOSH!! My keys and my baby are in there!! It is hot, too! About 79 or 80 degrees. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I couldn't call my roadside service, for all of the info was in my purse in the van. I thought maybe someone inside would be able to help. Nope. So I called my husband who would be on his way home from work at that time. He said he could be there in 20 or 30 minutes. I told him we don't have 20 or 30 minutes...HURRY! I stood right there at the window, watching my baby pant. Then she wanted to lay down and not pant. I tapped the window each time she laid down and she would get back up and pant. I was afraid that it she stopped panting it was a bad thing. I looked around the parking lot for something to break the window with. There was nothing. I called my husband again. Almost there, he said. But he had to go by the house and pick up the extra set of keys. I cannot describe to you what it was like standing there looking at her knowing she was so hot. Although I was parked in the shade, eighty degrees outside would make for a very much hotter inside. I waited a few minutes and started looking in earnest for something to break the window with. Whilst doing so, I called him and said if you aren't here in the next two minutes I am smashing the glass (although I had not yet found anything to do the smashing with). I was pretty hysterical. He was just turning the corner into the parking lot.THANK GOD!! I got my baby and took her inside. They said she was fine. I wanted to make certain that there weren't going to be any adverse affect from the heat. Her temperature was one degree higher than it was supposed to be. They put her on an IV for hydration. When they called me to the room to come get her, I lost it. I was so frightened! I began sobbing and hugged the guy. He probably thought I was crazy. And so I was. Crazy with relief that my baby was okay. I told you it was a trauma, eh?