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I May Have Adopted a Drama Queen
Like mother, like daughter
Everybody seems to agree that Pearl’s teeth are worn down to nubbins from chewing on a cage.
For nine years.
She also pees in gravel at the office, which means she didn’t have access to grass. She goes out of her way to head for the landscaping beds to relieve herself.
Just the idea is so horrific I can barely contemplate it. That this sweet, pudgy blue hippo would be left alone for what must have been years and years of neglect, and she still loves every human being she meets.
Even my boss.
Her paw surgery went well, until it didn’t.
I got a call from the surgeon after about an hour, everything was A-OK, Pearl went to recovery, and then later in the afternoon I picked up one very stoned pit bull.
After she finally went to bed around 10:00, she bolted upright near midnight and her pressure dressing came off.
She must’ve been laying on her foot and it got trapped under her flab.
She hopped around the house with her little chicken leg held in the air and her toes curled, crying piteously.
I panicked, because of course I did.
I’m the last person you should…
