My first date with Brian was a casual, last minute, middle-of-the-week date. We had met at work, and as we were walking out one day, we decided to have dinner together that evening. I rushed home to straighten up my apartment, take Harley out and get ready. Brian picked me up (early, so I was NOT looking my first date best! Horror!). We went to dinner followed by a few drinks and jukebox songs at The Loon.
A few days before this, Harley and I had gone to Granbury for dinner at my grandparents’ house. We always have fun out there, and since my grandparents are such good cooks, the food is always delicious! That night we’d had pork tenderloin. I gave Harley a few little pieces of meat. He inhaled them. No big deal, right? That night, I woke up to the sound of Harley puking. It was the start to a LOOOOONG day!
Any time before this that Harley had thrown up, it was a one-time occurrence. Usually, he had swallowed a piece of bark from a tree or an eye from one of his stuff animals that he’d destroyed. He’d throw up once, get whatever was in his tummy out, and be good as new and back to playing. This was not the usual occurrence however. It continued all day long, and I was beginning to get worried. I called the vet, who didn’t seem too concerned. She thought it was just a bug, and it would run its course. Finally, a friend realized that it was the meat I’d given him. Apparently, pork tenderloin is way too rich for a doggy’s tummy. Poor baby…BAD owner!
The following day was better, but Harley also hadn’t eaten in two days. How could I possibly know if the worst was over?
The third day, he seemed better, so I started feeding him again, which brings us back to my first date with Brian. After drinks, he drove me home and walked me to my door. As I opened the door, I could instantly see darks spots all over my cream-colored carpet. I immediately told Brian to leave, in hopes that I could spare him from this nightmare. To my surprise, he actually offered to help clean up. Ummmm….no! I certainly wasn’t going to have a first date that involved cleaning puke and scrubbing carpets. Still, what a sweetheart for even offering, right? After he left, I wasn’t too sure I’d hear from him again. Good, bad or indifferent, we had certainly left an impression! Luckily, I did hear from him and the rest is history.
XOXO
