I can't believe I didn't tell you what happened yesterday when I went to pick Louis up from day care! It was traumatic. Well, it was for me anyway :(
There was a new girl working at the front counter. I announced that I was there to pick up Louis the Westie. Louis used to be the only westie there. Now there are three.
Correction. Apparently now there are five.
The new girl brings out a westie and says "here he is!"
Ummmmm......not so much.
T: That is NOT Louis
Girl: Are you sure?
T: Yes. I'm quite sure.
Girl: Well, it's the only westie left back there.
Girl: This one is the only westie back there.
T: YOU HAVE GIVEN MY DOG TO SOMEONE ELSE?!?!??!
(in the mean time a woman is there to pick up her dog(s) and sucks in air. she's weaving back and forth. she is pale as a ghost. she whispers "oh my God". that's when i know it's bad. and that this is really happening.)
Girl: Well, they all look the same.
T: THIS DOG LOOKS NOTHING LIKE LOUIS, OTHER THAN THE FACT THAT HE IS WHITE AND A WESTIE! HE HAS A DIFFERENT CUT!!!!!! DID YOU NOT LOOK AT HIS PICTURE ABOVE HIS LEASH??? WHERE IS MY DOG? WHERE IS LOUIS?
Girl: Ummmm...well. He was really little in the picture and I couldn't tell. Do you want to come back and look to see if you see him?
T: GET OUT OF MY WAY...
As I'm charging back to find my pup, he walks through the front door with the girl from the "big dog" side.
Louis: lick, lick, jump, jump, snuggle, snuggle
Big Dog Side Girl: Such and such, I told you I was taking Louis over here for a bit. What's going on?
Girl: Oh. I didn't realize.
SOMEBODY CALL 911! THIS GIRL ALMOST STROKED OUT RIGHT THERE AT DOGGIE DAY CARE. GOOD LORD!
I snatched that little pup up in my arms, looked at the girl from the "big dog" side (who is quite lovely and competent) and snarked "what the hell is wrong with that new girl?", and stormed out. I know it was rude of me, but I thought she had given Louis away. Clearly she is not the brightest. Bless her little heart.
I called BFF on the phone directly and said "OMG, some dimwit at doggie day care gave me the wrong dog and couldn't find Louis and I thought they had given him away but he was just next door and I almost stroked out and if she had given him away I would have slapped her hard and kicked her twice. But it's okay. I've got him now."
Clearly BFF loves it when I call her.
There is always drama.