Wickett got his microchip inserted while he was sedated during his surgery. He got neutered last week. Mikey was supposed to, but the blood test revealed he was anemic. (3 points below normal) So Mikey has to get a nightly dose of 3mLs of liquid iron via syringe. First, we tried to inject it directly into his mouth. That worked a couple days, but when he spit and got it all over my clothes. Then we did a hot dog. Did fine. One night, Becky made rice, and we used that. Ate it up. So now, I'm using white bread, ripped into pieces. Wickett had to be on amoxicillin twice a day, 1 mL, same trials, but his is finally done. His stitches come out Monday. He's still all man - humped Mikey, fought Mikey, yelled at everyone, and peed on the football in the backyard.
Mikey won't be after his, because he's a weenie period. But that's Mikey.
So Mikey didn't get a microchip, because it's easier to do when they're knocked out, and they just decided to wait.
Friday's paper included the pet column, which mentioned the new Memphis Humane Society location, which I never got a chance to tour. It said it would be open from 10 to 2, and they'd be microchipping dogs for $15.
Whoa! We had to be there.
The microchips are from Home Again ID, and you have to register with them after filling out forms at the vet and the Humane Society. It sounds awesome - if they're lost without their collars, which include ID tags with their name and our number and city, and taken to a vet, they can be scanned and we'll get our brats back.
The microchips were $15 or $32.50. For $15, when a dog is scanned, the Humane Society will be called. Then the Humane Society will contact the owners. For $32.50, it goes straight to you.
So the choice was obvious for us. $30 bucks to microchip both rather than $30 each.
I want to tell you about the day, it was fun.
It started at 9:30 when I finally got out of bed. We wanted to leave at 9:30 so we wouldn't have to wait so long in line.
So we left around 10:15, because we had to clear out all of the junk in the backseat, like CDs and sunglasses, and books...
My cousin Jessica went with my mom and I, so Becky and Natasha could have fun without Jessica around. (Natasha's birthday is Sunday.) And so we'd have a third hand if needed.
Mom and Jessica rode up front, and the barrier that makes the front seat a 2 seater was up, making it a 3 seater, and locking Dixie in the back seat, until we got to the Humane Society, when she lept over it, and I had to grab her.
I rode in the back, which was a mistake, because Dixie wanted both windows to look out of. So back and forth, the entire 30 minute ride. Most of the ride was not stop and go, so Mikey could hop from front to back with abandon. He hates car rides, but always gets in. He usually curls up in the backseat and cries. He couldn't, because Dixie stepped on him.
When we got into stop and go traffic, Mikey continued his jumping. Well, he was climbing, about to do it, and Mom hit the brakes. Ker-thunk goes Captain Stupid. Just onto the seat, no damage to a brain that doesn't exist in the first place. He shakes his head often so hard, his ears flop everywhere, and it doesn't hurt. Little brain, surrounded and protected by a cushion. Like a woodpecker, but uglier.
You know it.
Then the next time, Dixie decides to move, and knocks him down. Poor little idiot.
Finally get there, long line outside, cars parked along the road, we had to park in the grass. We got there around 10:45, and the line was so long.
We got out and discovered another thing - the weather jerks were right. It was cold. And windy. The past week it's been windy, but warm - 60s and 70s. Today, 40s and 50s. They were right! How were we supposed to know?
We all had pants on, but Jessica was the only in socks and shoes. I had my Rolling Stones flipflops on, and mom had her black Crocs on. Not a jacket between us.
We got back in the car at 12:45.
2 hours! In the cold! For $15 dollar microchips.
Oh well.
But it was so much fun, I saw so many pretty dogs. The group in front of us was Basset hounds. One was full grown, the other a 4 month old baby with too much ear and a high pitched basset howl. Behind us were Pembroke Corgis, very adorable, very rotten, they got picked up a couple times.
Our surroundings were good, because the immediate dogs by Dixie, who does not like strange dogs, were small enough not to be a threat or scare her. They were also big enough not to be yippy idiots, like Mikey and Wickett.
Mikey spent most of the time on Mom's boobs, by the way. Pathetic. He was shaved, and miserable.
At one point, he was up, looking behind mom at the three Corgis who were also being held. But he was still taller than them, so he was better. Of course.
I tried to trade Mikey and Dixie for the Basset puppy, Tucker, but the owner said no. I wanted all the dogs I saw, but mom said we'd have to get rid of the ones we had. Parents.
When we got in, Mom had to fill out more forms and pay the people, so I took Dixie into the hallway that led to the area where people were taking tours. And just comforted her.
There was more than one shot station - that's all it is - a large shot with a microchip inside.
Ours was in a little room. Which was great. Mikey got his on the table, and they let me shut the door for Dixie's. She didn't squirm as much about the shot, more the strangers, so I stayed in her face.
When it was over, I walked out with Dixie, yelling, "PANIC DOG! PANIC DOG! PANIC DOG!" Everyone else before us had come out quietly. There were too many people and too many dogs, and Dixie needed her space. It got them out of my way.
On the ride home, I rode up front, so the dogs stayed in the back. They curled up and slept most of the time, but about half way through, Dixie decided to lick each back window, so Mikey had to get up, as he got stepped on.
Poor baby.
Random nuggets -
- This little kid, about 2, was so popular with the Corgis and most of the dogs. He had candy, and he was a baby, and most dogs know that little person equals food. It was so cute.
- I said, "Wow, all the breeds are here." Then I looked at Dixie and said, "Right here in my hands." That got a laugh and some kid asked me if she was chow. Yup. Part.
- Young kids wanted to pet Dixie, and they followed the doggie rules- ask the owner first. And they did. One started to pet her head, and I said, no, pet her side. Kid's Mom backed me up. When I decided to walk around with Dixie while Mom and Jess waited in line, an adult just reached down to pet her. I said no and kept walking.
- On my little solo walk, I picked up 2 bones from the Commercial Appeal's table. Dixie didn't want hers, so I gave it to the puppy. Mikey wanted his, and kept it in his mouth for about ten minutes, until Mom put him down. Then he spit it out and peed. And hammed it up, walking on two legs, king of the poodle mops.
It was great 2 hours, and it took more than 15 minutes to get feeling in my fingers.
The things we do for the dogs.
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